The only thing that's left ,
The only thing that's real,
Is the love I felt,
The pain I feel...
The scars so deep
Will they ever heal?
Lurking in the shadows,
In the alleys of fear,
Are the screams..the echoes ,
Of my silent unshed tears...
The tightrope of life
Will snap very soon...
I'm getting lost
in the dark side of the moon,,
With an unquenched thirst,
I'm walking in the rain,
The storm has calmed ,
Just the demons remain...
Kiss me for one last time my love,
If you want to taste my pain...
About the Author
Neeti
Member Since: 18 Apr, 2015
Short Bio- Neeti Banga Neeti Banga,a fashion professional, is currently teaching full time at her Alma mater,NIFT, New Delhi. Her poems have recently been published in an anthology 'Spectrum' by 'The Poetry Society of India'...
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