all the myths churned,
stories died inside an unbuttoned shirt,
your barechest didn't have a skyful of stars today.
only a tiny hole in your heart.
somewhere i would never fit.
so, i passed through a hole in the backyard.
and left, left through a drain.
left. left. left.
left with a mouthful of silence,
with a head resounding of mocking laughter,
wondering why i didn't check
the warning sign near the flowers.
wondering why the only escape was through a drain.
why did i become that escape?
why?
3 comments:
i'm worried now...what happened?
daroon daroon daroon. :)
you know what , this is disturbing yes, with suggestive picture in place, yes, but i so love this.
lovely.
economic brilliance:)
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