Dead – Micropoetry

some water plants when they are buds some water them after they are dead * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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maybe that’s why…

a piece of your heart is lost in the crevices of this heart of mine maybe that’s why I know you’re missing me wanting to hold me to caress my lips to drape your body over mine like a creeper vein running up a wall maybe that’s why I know you shed a silent tear…

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You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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Silences – Micropoetry

don’t speak of me to the world think of me in the silences between your words * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! ūüôā *******

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Late – MicroPoetry

maybe that’s why letters always arrived late weighed down by all the love and regrets * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! ūüôā

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Love – Micropoetry

like a mad dog this heart went on chasing the trails of love * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry For more of my poetry, Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr¬†|¬†Pinterest

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when I stopped waiting…

the skies turned purple to pink the lilies rushed from buds to blooms the pale winds gathered words whispered love in the ears of bereaving dawns everywhere was lively everything was gay when I stopped waiting new dreams found their way under my roof in its dark dark room and lit was the heart that…

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Apocalypse – Micropoetry

it was breathtaking the way she sat there like a winner ready to consume the apocalypse surrounding her * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry For my poetry, Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Never want to miss a post? Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr¬†|¬†Pinterest

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Like a river…

I live off your breaths in all those moments when breathing is hard to do I walk in your steps in all those lanes where direction seems obscure I create life from your leftovers when my muse refuses to stop by I look at myself in your eyes when mirrors turn blind You are like…

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Drunk – Micropoetry

evenings were drunk on love that didn’t exist by dawn * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry   Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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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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The prince always came with the stars perhaps, he had signed a pact with the dark Follow¬†@badbookthief¬†on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

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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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

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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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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In a world that falls for looks, darling, go for the soul. Follow¬†@badbookthief¬†on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© 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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