Stop,But Let Go
the day you left me ,I stood right there.
an empty soul ,tearing inside my head
those dark bold eyes , edges that rised
just like a call what stabbed my twice
my cries were a vision of me
dangling, hanging from a silver thread
i just hoped she could have left , deep inside were the scars that left
empty , alone , i believe
limb to limb , i scatter to find my lost heart
just the one hit by a millions of darts
the tragedy of all was that i knew
i deserved a darker kohl that was much more bold
i died a little more day by day in the undershines of my gold
i bleed , cry , die like each night was a slowmotion suicide
a glance of you walking through that door
made me realize that i could see you no more
Copyright © Isha Vishal | Year Posted 2019
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