My Pillow

I never knew how it feels like to be live heartbroken until I experienced it. When you are forced to think that your love of life had passed away but in reality, he just moved away from your life to keep you wounded,  open and wide for a lifetime and you never got to understand those answers.

This poem is dedicated to that sad thought.

Now turning up to my left side,
holding tight and curled down.
Sleeping with my tears spots,
Drenched in my pain, crying face down.
Thinking of how many rainy days I have to wait
Looking for the right time to annihilate...

Looking up on to the ceiling straight,
I can see my soul is in air, floating great.
Lying down lifeless, Want to give up like a mess...
The cold breeze is trying to wake me up
My closed eyes couldn't stop my teardrop.

No matter but I loved you more than anything,
Thought this relation will mean you something...
Wanted to mold my dreams with you in every step,
But All I am doing now is Pillow talk...






© Hena Ghosh
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