She lives in a home where love seems like a curse. Where her parents fight over the most petty issues. Where care seems to be like silent brimming anger.
Her little sister is the light that her soul takes refuge in. The vast world of books is her magical escape from truth. One day, she will fly away to build a new home, alone.
I seek refuge But do not grant it to me For I flit away like the torn pages Of your book that have settled In themselves my spilt ink. I seek a home within the spaces Between my words But do not show me love And become a poet I might settle too deep in your heart In the dark away from your sight. I seek help to stitch the gaping wounds On the curves of alphabets Where anxiety has kissed too hard And doubts have scratched all the way down But do not let my pain get to you You might end up breaking yourself True love it is Because I leave you for you But still refuge I seek In that corner of my heart Where you have covered it With lush grasses of pleasure And rooted yourself deep within My lakes of poetries Which ripple with spasms of pleasure As you blow away like a fleeting wind.
When broken, hurt, fallen I scream He sees at me, smiling and heralding "I am your sole refuge... Come to me" I run towards him, and then there is no return..
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