Caressing the skin with a delicate touch of love,-Shahzaib Sheikh
Was all that he needed,
A past that crawled under his skin,
A future that haunts the mind,
Still, The world reminds us that
The time now is what matters the most.
The noises of the city,
The rumbles of people,
The fake smiles whispering behind,
It all reminded him of the fearful plight of the chilly nights.
Yet a soul so delicate walks in the mire,
Caressing the heart shining a hopeful beacon.
He could never get past the trauma,
The fear of surviving with some love,
Was truly a fear of the love lost.
He needed the touch of love holding at bay the demons,
The peace that he sought had finally come in a long ongoing war.