December 7

Slaughtered love

Strings attached,
Memories uncharred,
I had kept it safe…
Now
Songs unheard,
Melodies unsung,
Memories scratched…
Away!
I don’t want to hear you anymore.
Your love(?) stinks in my slaughter-house.


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Posted 7 December, 2013 by Puzzle Piece in category "Jigsaw

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I scribble. I paint. I make crafts. I daydream. A lot. I read. I listen. I nag. Basically, I am one of the puzzle-pieces, trying to figure out where I really fit in. Um...and incidentally, I happen to be a medical student.

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