Sunday, September 18, 2011

Tristesse.

Grief.
That silently resides in every corner of her.
Smiles,
that she feigns thus,
to hide the reality,
to guard her vulnerable zest.
Frustration,
at having been misunderstood.
The thoughts flutter,
to those fleeting kisses,
that were the last remnants of
the only happy days.
Embraces of yore,
lead her on to forget,
the anger, the sadness,
but, for a momentary while.
Unless, the smiles cease to exist
yet again.
As she sighs into the emptiness,
she hugs herself tight,
protecting herself.
from the cold that resides in hearts.

2 comments:

Nikita said...

btfully written !!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

She'll find her dawn soon. Long nights might look endless but dawn always breaks with a shine.

Nice read.


Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete