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Philistine

You are
not an easy
memory to erase.

You painted the walls green
changed the way my wounds heal,
moved the tables and rearranged
the surroundings,
And left me here,
grounded.

The flowers you left,
Paintings you brought ,
Garden you planted,
and the windchime
We have got,
Everything here, reminds me of you.

Darling, you are the artist I craved!!

But now
I want to run away
from every memory
we shared.

By Kajal

Hello there, Kajal here! I started blogging in September, 2018. It was purely random as I needed a space to pour my heart and thoughts out. This place is like my safe heaven where I let my fingers and feelings run free to curate poems and to rant about things that are bothering my thoughts. My journey here has been bittersweet and wonderful at the same time. But because of all the love I receive here, I keep coming back to read and to write.You all have been great support and advicers to me and I'm really grateful. Your feedback, emails and comments keep the mermaid inside me going :)

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