I have lost a part of me, that wasn't even mine.
Something i deemed, i did. But never actually have.
And that is what takes the most to mend;
the part of you that is broken,
as also the part you do not know where.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
To have a heart like hers is curse,
how to stop when it is a must,
has never been known.
And often times she have prayed and asked,
for it to finally grow as tired as it was with pain,
as it should be as tired as it should also be with love.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
That's the most painful thing about missing people.
The void they leave inside your chest aches through the proof,
That at some point they used to make it whole.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
If you have lost your home,
You have been searching for one,
In the arms of the wrong one.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
A love for you, like how flowers are,
They may wither to their deaths,
But their beauty in my memory
will never die.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
*When
I close my eyes,*
I s e e y o u
*But I need to open them,
Coz that's what living
Is all about,*
**Y o u
L e a v i n g
.**
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
be found.
It's a book shelved high that wants to
be read.
It's the freest of all birds caged but
unbound...
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
colours.
It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
translate its thoughts.
But it can see through the eyes of
painters...
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
of musical harmony.
It doesn't follow the conventions of
genres.
But it sings its voice loud without
restrictions of melody...
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
It's an exploding universe, that merges
back into galaxies.
It's a sought after painting, that boasts
of unfathomable beauty.
It's an everlasting song, that echoes
within the poet that embodies...
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC
*
I always dreamed
of being a poet
I met you
that dream
came true*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC