
Waiting Turned Me Into
I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.
​
Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.
​
In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.
​
I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.
​
— ©Subathra

Waiting Turned Me Into
I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.
​
Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.
​
In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.
​
I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.
​
— ©Subathra

Less is More
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Waiting Turned Me Into
I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.
​
Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.
​
In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.
​
I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.
​
— ©Subathra

Lemon Detox
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Waiting Turned Me Into
I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.
​
Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.
​
In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.
​
I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.
​
— ©Subathra