• sakshidhar 31w

    I sit here and write again
    Another story, another rhyme
    Expecting everything to be just right
    Dreaming you might lose this fight.

    Sip after Sip,
    Wine tasted like eternity,
    As I pretend to forget my Sanity.

    The cries are silent,
    And the ceilings stare like a giant.

    Though I know it only happens when the night is dark,
    Because that's when I try to forget my scars.