Who knows such edge
Could hurt as much as a razor
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Listen to the symphony of the pain
Of knowing something's amiss and not knowing what's missing,
Of each fork in the road you did not dare take,
Of forgotten promises,
Of unsaid goodbyes
Stab me in the heart,
But nothing else came close,
Nothing hurts as much,
As this phantom pain.
p/s: I've finally started writing again. Though I've left this place, thought I owe myself a visit.
Those who have read what I've written in the past few years, I wish you well.