Micropoetry#59

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the withering anchor

the tide has turned I am lost in its depths there’s nothing saving me from the gnawing weeds filling my lungs but his words become my anchor against raging storms they hold me down from going astray all I need to do is hold on but I am slipping from their grip and he doesn’t…

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Uproar – Micropoetry

When the last of the winds have stopped howling even a dead leaf’s stir will cause an uproar Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! đź™‚ ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Ruin – Micropoetry

And baby, here’s why you couldn’t ruin me because even before we met a thousand fires had burnt me a thousand seas had drowned me Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! đź™‚ ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Quarantine – Micropoetry

Quarantined in life connected in hearts this phase too shall pass just play your parts apart Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Memories – Micropoetry

A thousand roses couldn’t smell so poignantly as some memories did from a hundred years ago Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! đź™‚ ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Dear Heart – Micropoetry

Dear Heart, I am still to meet someone who would put me in more sweet trouble than you. Yours lovingly. Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! đź™‚ ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Exorcise

to write about loveis a cliche of sortsi put my pen to paperto write a tale of obsessionof lustof admirationof deliberate attemptsrushed and hushedof chances grabbedand opportunities lostof everythingthat made youtrace back to methat made youhold meeach time I fell for youyou won’t be able to stopbecause I’ll nevergive you a reason tobecause I’ll bethe sunshinethat will…

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Buried – Micropoetry

Your words dug a grave for my soul so deeply soothing that I wanted to remain there buried forever Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Every time…

And every time, breathing felt like a mountain weighing you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And every time, living felt like a burden drowning you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And…

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Time – Micropoetry

trapped in the fist of memories, forced into modesty, craves to be set free. Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! đź™‚ ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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