I wonder what hurts more The first sharp stab to the heart Or the one that finally bursts it open. I wonder what stings more The first whiplash Or when the whip cuts all flesh, and the muscle And meets... Continue Reading →
He longs for a day, Just a day when she is his. He longs for a day, When she gives him herself and not the scraps. And till such day, He watches from a distance, And lives on the scraps.