When that whisper calling my name is unheard,
And your soft voice doesn't reverberate through my senses.
When the blush and the adoration in your eyes fade,
Because I don't feel your eyes on me anymore.
When I stop looking in the mirror
Countlessly to check if I look good, for you.
When your presence isn't missed and noticed,
The warmth of your soul near doesn't effectuate my spirits.
When your touch doesn't count as my sanctuary,
And I don't crave for the shiver from your touch.
When my cheek's rose forgets its's shine,
Because you don't declare your love anymore.
Then, I would know, for sure
We never loved and
We never existed!
ESTÁ A LER
ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoesiaAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...