the wreck often piles up;
It is weird how you will have each other,
yet a constant loneliness would keep
gnawing at your heart, at times
nagging your soul!
Often, you would know what you want
yet you hold back.
perhaps, you can not let go of what you aready have,
even though the future appears promising.
And then you sit on the debris of your love,
touching and retouching the wreck
with your finger tips time and again,
relentlessly repenting and murmuring
to yourself
‘I just wish I had the courage’!
2 comments:
"And then you sit on the debris of your love" - I like these words. :-)
^ thank you :)
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