Acrostic
Wilted Devotion
F orgotten was the garden where we learned to bloom, A mong the dying roses, I still searched for you. L eaves covered the footsteps leading away from me, L ove was the season we were never meant to keep. E ven the moon looked away when you chose to leave, N othing hurts like a heart that still believes.
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
The Unspoken Goodbyes
When two stubborn souls fall in love and break up, the damage cannot be mended easily... Living in a generation where it is considered weak for the men to reach out first, and so-called desperate for the women to reach out, we end up going into our own dark holes for a while, ultimately living out a lie until something so-called better comes along...
By Armand Slayer4 months ago in Poets
The Dreamer.
The clock ticks and tocks... The moments rush past faster than the oxygen which enters our lungs... Her hands claw into my spine with such intense energy... At last, a calm looms upon both her and I... Like that of the waves of the sea crashing gently upon the shore...
By Armand Slayer4 months ago in Poets
