"If water has memory, then the sky has it too
For I've always found encrypted messages
Connecting the past to what's about to come true
My beloved heaven!
Pls carry my words back; on that thursday in 2008
To the seven year old me
Who's standing with the neighbours, in the balcony
I know she looks funny
Making words out of your clouds and thunder
But please tell her that you love her
And that she has to be wise and tough
Warn her to have self belief; I've failed her enough
Soon all her colours will fade away
To the greys she sees in you today
And then it'd be the only colour she'd remember in her long way
Protect her from the mistakes she'll make
Teach her to survive on her own
For when the time will come near
She won't be prepared to handle the burden alone
Save her; even if you have to rewrite the history
Because I can no longer afford the pain
I've afflicted upon me."
FATE
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
"She writes poetry out of every little thing in life,
From silly chats to ramdom smiles,
She evaluates every little emotion inside of people's heart,
And then composes lovely antholgy of harmonies,
She spills magical tea every where she goes,
Leaving behind the traces of her ingratiatory existence,
She turns everything, that she kisses, into a masterpiece,
And whispers like the thumbelina;
"You're beautiful" in every single aching ear,
She smells like fair roses;
So pure, dreamy, elusive and rare,
You'll confess the charisma too
Once you see it yourself;
That she's a true enchantress, savior, heroine
And most of all, a living poem herself."
~ fvtimvh18
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC