pain feels like a faint whisper and a deeper sigh when once, he pressed his lips on mine, for the very first time with a glimpse of old grieves visible in his glazed eyes.
Pain tastes like the remnants Of the last bit of a tasty chai Not properly filtered You can neither spit it out Nor swallow it You just have to bear it
PAIN tastes like sour buds in ur tongue The more u HOLD onto it the more u SUFFER All u hv to SHAKE urself out from ur past wash it off the dirt n FLY high again, without any BUFFER
Pain tastes like hemlock So bitter and poisonous Tore my depths and made A niche in my lacerated soul Unable to shake off as it has Delved deep into the recesses Of mind and heart invincible.