To love,
is to swallow a fear
inside the warm belly,
you never knew.
It is to remember someone
Without remembering.
It is to feel the rain without it dripping through your dry bones and scorching flesh.
You disappearing in a void I never knew.
Come back, stay.
The ice melts on my tongue
as I see your lips burn in a fire of regret,
Don’t kiss me goodbye now,
Where is the winter you promised?
Come back, stay.
I have killed a thousand butterflies in my heart,
I cannot now, not anymore
while I see you leave as a dream I never dreamt.
Come back, stay.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Beautiful 🌸
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Thanks ❤️
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Winter seems to be harsh I guess. Beautifully written❤️
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Winter is beautiful always.
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Wonderful
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My favourite piece I’ve read of yours to date – really beautiful 😊
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Thanks 🙂
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Why, I like this. Lovely put Shashank. ❤
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Thanks Gracy. 🙂
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You are most welcome.
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How very beautifully put🥀
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