the countdown.
7 days a week, tears rolling down my cheek
6 reasons to stay, but your words keep me away
5 stages of grief, through all my heart bleeds all shades of you in brief
4 whispers I chant - to just let go,
but the reminiscence of your love drags me
to you like a dove
3 times I lost myself in finding you,
exhausted- all I got beneath my lungs is dust amidst the hue
2 red eyes of mine- craving for your sight,
you used to be my moon- my soothing light
1 of acceptance I seek to move on,
but don't they say scars always imprint the pages once torn?















