I'm getting a lot of such stuff in my mind nowadays. I blame it on teenage and hormones. :P


a cold wanderer

I sleep with your memories held in my hand,
My fists closed tightly, possessively,
A cold wanderer trembling in the night,
Bereft of all my possessions,
Buried deep inside the desert sand,
But I can live through it all,
If it'll bring me back to you,
Yet I'll bear it all if it can prove that my love has always been true.



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2011-04-26 at 20:37

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karmic justice
This is more than teenage and hormones can possibly fathom.. :)
2011-04-28


John Ashleigh
Vivid and powerful, a true tribute to love. Thanks for sharing.

Your friend,
John.
2011-04-26