Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Just Another Souvenir


Teary eyes, grief inside.
Heart and soul with despair.
I thought I knew what was there.
Smoke, cigarette, ashes and smear.
I held his hand out of fear.
Clueless due to his veneer.
I burned myself.. 
to become his another souvenir!

                                        -Written By: Zainab Shah

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