She'll show you all the colors bright
Then smash you back to black and white
She'll take you on a bird's free flight
And leave you on a pity plight
To keep you falling from that height.
Wouldn't have mattered if she didn't
Charm you with those eyes of flint
Having learnt to live without a tint
Of color was good to stand than a hint
That stones might start to have a glint.
She left your breath at a hitch
From sunlit halls to rooms of pitch
Darkness, with no effort last ditch
You'll wait, and she'll not even flinch
To give you hope when hope is a bitch.
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Dhriti Chavda
Member Since: 19 Aug, 2015
I am a student of Actuarial science.Saying I am fond of reading would be an understatement.I love reading.I am into writing poetry and I have a&n...
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