Polar
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Nov 30
- 1 min read
By Sahana D S
My heart's a scythe,
cutting through every piece of my soul.
Burning like bonfire smoke,
the skeleton inside of me trembles
as the shadows forage my love.
Hidden, for it resides in
the city of angels and ghouls.
If the ghosts were real,
I would happily dance with yours.
Your favourite flowers adorn my heart,
restricting it from breathing.
your love is the beginning
and it is the death of me.
By Sahana D S

👍
Passion saves us. Passion kills.
Intense !
It's way too melancholic and also not!