The desert was heating up
with the scorching heat
So was my mind burning up
with the heat of pain

Every word I began to write
gives me your memories
like a stream flowing from
up the mountain gathering memories

We use to hold our hands tight
and our souls once were one
but slowly I felt, you
are letting it loose

The vine of love which
tied us together , one day
It turned to a burning iron
rope which began to hurt my soul

when we met we both had scars
deep within ourselves that bled
we healed each other through our words
and through our kiss and that's what I have thought or you made me think

One day you took that nail
that you hid from me from your past
you began to scratch your face and mine
defacing us and what we had

The nail was in your hand
and so was our blood
and I began to bleed from the
Wounds which I thought had healed once

Now am here sitting here and smiling
healing my wounds which you gave me
I remember those scratches of love
you once gave me

I know it takes time to heal
those wounds that I have now
from those nails from your past
but It was all me who got hurt atlast

© Krishna.A