To feel through words…
A white table, AdornedBy red roses.And two wine glasses,By a chamber stick.The scent of roses,Choked the air around,As it's petals veiled thorns,Who hushed a familiar pain.As the melancholy of love,Reverberated behind closed doors,The table cloth turned redDrenched in a lady's blood.
I have been in this hospital bed for almost a month now, discovering how precious my life had been, thinking of every little things, regretting all those days I cried in vain. The lights kept flickering on the pale white ceiling jist like my consciousness that kept crossing the borders of intellect at odd times.... Continue Reading →
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