Dear you

I know I will never reach that place

Where you have gone

I will never be like you

Will  never fit into your shoe  

The place I thought was lively

It’s void but in reality 

 It detaches me from my own world

It has taken my happiness & my dreams

 The lights turned black

 It’s succumbing it’s painful

As  I buried all your thoughts

In the graveyard of the cold earth

 Your spirit haunts me day and night

Your voice is echoing

when you call out my name

  I have become  so numb 

 But still couldn’t stop to heed attention

I don’t know how to en captivate myself 

From your memories, from your thoughts

Tears dragging me like a froth 

 Is this the way to comfy?

I am tired of waiting

Waiting for nothing

I want to become more like me than less like you

I have to find Me back

The Real Me 

                     (c) Vintage_Bhavya

Published by: vintage_bhavya

I am an Engineer by profession,. I am an art lover loves to paint, read a lot of fiction and nonfiction books. I love to spend my time writing scribbles, poems, doodling with words whenever and wherever I can. I am also a MUSICOPHILE. Music is something which I enjoy all the time. It brings positive vibes to work. I enjoy spending my me time mostly reading books, eating chocolates and of course watching Netflix :p. My kind of writing mostly include poems, scribble, short verse. So that's me :) Happy reading!!

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