The smoke rises,
As it takes my spirits with it,
Flying without bounds.
The crave for you,
Is rising again,
As it gives me chills over the entire skin.
The reality is that I was with you once,
I felt you once,
And sipped your love in my boughs strong,
Yet falling apart.
You ripped me off,
Making me weak with every bit of me in your servitude.
I thought, I had loved you,
But then why?
Why do I need you
When I am flying high,
On the rising smoke.
I need you,
The weak emotions inside,
The feeble servant inside needs you,
To make me feel powerful.
JE LEEST
ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoëzieAin'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...