Her goodbyes left a deep gash on me. I bleed words now.
A blank screen, White like ice; Waiting to be applied- Pale like cream; Waiting to be licked- Fingers crackling, Wanting to scribble something I try to etch my mind to clear it of its tangles… Procrastinating, idling my time away, If only time could be measured in poetry, Lost and never written; Thought and never … Continue reading The Devil’s Anvil (#NaPo_Wrimo)
It was her, my childhood love. I got goosebumps, the type you get when your favorite song reaches the crescendo. Yes, indeed she was like a song to me; her brief stay in my life help spread the gossamer of sorrow and just like any favorite song I wished it went on a little longer. We met at the tuitions, she the extrovert and I the introvert, silent as a statue.