Said a granny to her grand-daughter
Who has just turned sixteen,
Child, this is a story I do not usually share,
So listen well, and listen with care.
Many years ago, I fell in love
With a lonely lost sad soul
Who took away so much from me
That nothing still fills the hole.
It gets covered well
When I laugh for a while, I forget
But it comes back to haunt
The agony, the memories, the regret.
Sad souls are like that
They take, never give and then leave,
They devour, they consume and gobble
And once eaten ,never can you retrieve
What hurts most
Is that the love still remains
It gnaws you silently like a termite
Leaving you empty,broken and in chains
So stay away from the vampirish sad souls
Let them find someone else to eat
Cover your heart, protect it, nourish it
And you’ll know when to give love and when to retreat.
© Preeti Shenoy
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