Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Surabhi Kaushik


Look into my eyes
and you will see
my wounds still raw as fresh meat
my frozen tears
that never flowed
through the walls of my heart
for they have now turned into stone
Your smile is kind
but your unspoken words
mock me brutally
Look into my eyes
and tell me what you think
This time
I am not afraid
to hear it


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