The Hidden Truth

Told him ”
” Told her “

Only room mates was what was left of us.
You confessed to me that you fell for him and I had a counter reaction, telling you I fell for her when all I did was fall for you.
We both held our secret in the clammy palms for the autumn winds to blow them away, afraid of the recoil of the guitar string that would scar us beyond bounds.
Writing love letters to phantom ghost of our fear waiting for the words to conjure up midnight magic and rise as an Armour to protect our vulnerability.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Up ↑

Optimistic Soul

Me.. Era !

The Godly Chic Diaries


A Life Less Ordinary With SauraBhavna

Fight for the fairytale, it does exist

Megha Bose

A peek into Megha's mind


Tryst with the tales

A Writer's Soul

"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."

%d bloggers like this: