WHEN WORDS CUT HARDER THAN KNIVES ~BY DIVYANSH SINGH
In a quiet corner of the world,
A boy with dreams, like wings unfurled,
His heart was light, his spirit bright,
Till words cast shadows on his night.
In a quiet corner of the world,
A boy with dreams, like wings unfurled,
His heart was light, his spirit bright,
Till words cast shadows on his night.
I’m just breathing in oxygen,
Why’s it got to be so hard?
All this air, trapped in my chest,
Like a noose tightening in the dark.
Fading memories slowly linger,
Like mist on a rainy vesper.
On the coldest nights of solitude,
I think of your irresistible pulchritude.