Dead Soul

And he never looked back…

She kept waiting the days and nights.

Her wait for him was inevitable.

The pictures, texts and all the sweetness of the relationship vanished.

All left were only the memories deep inside her heart, putting scars and carving it in pieces.

All left was her dead soul broken into smithereens.

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.

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