her heart was heavy
she walked boldly though stumbled to the stationery shop
opened her purse and picked some old coins
"a writing pad and an envelope", she ordered
"can i have the writing pad with a broken heart", she requested
For her heart was truly broken
she chose red ink to scribble words from her bleeding heart
with her paper wet with tears
her world now a mess, joy is now her past
now she is frail and bitter
so she struggled to conclude her letter with a "Thank You"
and her letter was nothing but the memories of a betrayal
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
She knows no joy when I'm in pain
Even in pain she bore me
And love so tender she offers
My first love
In the scorch of the sun she suffers
And walks miles to trade her wares
Was she born to suffer for my sake
When she is ill, everything comes to a halt
For she is the breadwinner
All her hope is her children
She sleeps on an empty stomach
To make sure they are educated
When at dawn the **** crows
I know she wakes up in shock
For her burden is to begin anew
A real woman
My MOTHER
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
We all have that moment
Where we wish
Maybe a lingering thought
Or a worrying regret
Of the things we could have avoided
Or the path we could have taken
That may have lead to a different outcome
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
You were so sure of me
More than I was of myself
Believed in a faithless me
Amazingly, that was the first time we met
And I'll always love you for that
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
How I felt with you near
Rapid heartbeat, unnecessary fear
I could swear I saw it in your eyes
As clear as the sunny skies
If only I could just forget
Then i'll no longer be this upset
These uncried tears
All these years
I love you
And I wish you knew
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Words will pierce your heart
Touch your soul
Action is ****** and painful
Scrape your body
Words carefully crafted will bring men on their knees
Will soften the cruelest of hearts and minds
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
I won't fall for those curves
Gently carved only to slip
I can't rely on your sweet smiles
Only to fall in those dimples
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Oh what a day
Is it yet May
Two decades and a few years ago I was born
Now a man; all grown
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC