Withering love

With the days gone by,

as our love grows weak;

With my soul left tattered,

while the reaper rides to reap;

As your heart moves away,

with every breath you take,

my life seeps out,

on her bloodied scythe and rake.

Covering you so tight,

I see your soul weep,

with my selfish act of holding on,

to your heart which I keep

and so I let u go,

and let my-self die,

for I rather let it end

than to see you wither,

than to see you cry.

 

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

 

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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