The rambling sounds of my breaking soul,
In a single moment, I have lost everything,
Everything, I stand for, all my work, all my passion,
And then when I turn around with tears bumping,
Making rustling move on my cheeks,
I see a thumb held up,
I see you.
You are not my saviour,
But my companion.
You are not my hope,
But the reality.
I have lost everything,
But with you,
I know,
I will find it all again.
I may be not totally mended,
Who is in this life?
But with you,
I have a chance,
To find everything,
And if not,
I have you as my soul's soul,
Stitched in those broken pieces.
You are my basic necessity to be alive,
Though I have lost everything,
But I still have you.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin'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...