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749 Days by Shruti Pandey

Shruti Pandey | Jun 15th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

(TW- Mention of self harm)


Carefully walking down the same lanes,
Like they were eggshells.
They say money talks and sex sells.
I cut my wrists open till I bleed,
Because everything I don’t have, is everything I need.
Infatuation has left me lovelorn,
And love has left me torn.
There is a void in my heart, where you used to be,
And all these 749 days,
I have been counting stolen sheep to sleep,
Guess your love, was never mine to keep.
These three years, and all of my tears,
Have been nothing, but a farce.

And when I finally leave my hometown,
And everyone who let me down,
Swallowed up by fear,
I lifetime of wanderlust,
Lies in the rear-view mirror.

Poet Bio

Shruti Pandey has been writing since she was thirteen. She has a collection of poems which would easily sum up to form a book, however, she has very recently decided to try getting them published. None of her poems have been published anywhere before, they might be, she has submitted some of her poems to magazines just a week ago. If they are considered for publication before you could consider or deny it, and if they are the same poems she has sent to you, she will inform you the first thing. She is an unpublished poet as of now, however, poetry has always been her only dream, even in her hardest times, poetry was her only escape. I hope you like her poetry and consider it good enough for publication!

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