And I closed the door behind me,
As a denial to the truth (in vain).
What I needed was her hand in mine,
What I held onto was my own pain.
I waited for her all my life, but,
Never told her, now she can never know.
I wanted to break, I wanted to feel,
But was left with no reason, life or soul.
And then I knew I had finally reached home,
When I felt her fragile grip on my palm.
And saw the rigid lines of her face,
In the crimson pool on the floor.
I want to know how people construe this. Please help.
Its beautiful..i felt it..
Would like to know what u were feeling when u wrote…
It was just an emotional response to something I had imagined. I visualized loosing the person I love most.. And the words kept flowing in thereafter. I normally do not get negative thoughts.. but embracing death seemed the most positive reaction at that time.. and hence the suicide at the end.. which finally led to union.
wow..excellent approach..
Excellent dude…
Very touching…
Thank You
It creepy dude! but beautiful!! Typically you 😀
Haha!! I’ll go ahead and take that as a compliment. 🙂 Thanks!