5 Quotes by Akanksha Singh

My word stinkof blood and goreof sleepless nightsof invisible demonsof razors and knivesof slashed wristsMy words - they stink.

Maybe if I stretch my lips, I will remember how to smile.

I wouldn't go back to ashes or dustWords gave me life and in them I will surrenderFrom words to words..

PromisesMade and keptForgotten in keyless chambersDusty with age and neglectPromises - that once were,Still are,Will always be..

You're my apostrophe, you make me belong.