Saturday, 19 August 2023

concrete

 shatter the bridges
grow out of the love
lies are seeping in
loosening of glove
don't seek warmth
hearts pumping ice

and the rope frayed away

One pinch of guilt
One curtain of lie
That evening
Opened horizon of novelty
Yet stoked a silent fire
That evening of pinching at trust
And with that one shaving
The home had to be just concrete. 


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