thepoetessisnomore

He punished me with a death sentence

Standing on gallows with his memories.

Nearing the noose to get tighten,

I was losing my breath as I lost for the first time seeing him.

I was still standing hopelessly,

My last wish was to see him again for one last time.

So, that I could rest peacefully.

Neither he came nor the stool was pulled,

I was left alone on the platform, an invisible noose still haunts me...

You can't kill a poetess,

A poetess dies by herself - when..!

She stops writing,

When,

She no more feels for him,

When,

She completely erases his memories,

When,

her words won't keep him alive anymore.

We poetess are alive,

Only when there is darkness,

Only when her scars bleed,

We enjoy the silence...lost in our own world.

Orelse..! #thepoetessisnomore#