Playing with ash doesn't rekindle the fire
Apologies ain't accepted when the receiver lays on pyre
Tears don't express much, it's cliché to make eyes rain.
I have played with embers all my life
I know my scars by name,
I know what it is to wait a little more
and make friends with the smothering pain.
When words replace the blood, heartbeats skip often, play games
A storm of memories engulfs
Nothing worth a glance this world seems to contain,
That's the kind of close you were
That's the kind of close you were before lights dimmed, curtain fell and life faded away.
© 2012 Neha Choudhry
Apologies ain't accepted when the receiver lays on pyre
Tears don't express much, it's cliché to make eyes rain.
I have played with embers all my life
I know my scars by name,
I know what it is to wait a little more
and make friends with the smothering pain.
When words replace the blood, heartbeats skip often, play games
A storm of memories engulfs
Nothing worth a glance this world seems to contain,
That's the kind of close you were
That's the kind of close you were before lights dimmed, curtain fell and life faded away.
© 2012 Neha Choudhry
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