Post #4851

I want to sit beside your bed and tell you all the ways you can save yourself, When you'll get bored, I'll jot down ways to eat your miseries, I remember you like a Gunshot at neighborhood when I was 5, If time stops for words, I'll tell you that you too have left recurring echoes in the layers of my fragile memory. Life is a beautiful metaphor, often comprehended as misery. #review #poetry