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naynikaw
naynikaw
19/F/India
That's the thing about love it's as limitless as the sky. You fall and you fall only to end up bruised For what you thought you could hold on to turned out to be thin air. Love is like the sky for it turns pretty colours, everyday more beautiful than the last. The colours they fade and turn into darkness. The sun rises and sets again, So know, tomorrow's colours hold something new, for you.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Sky
As you slid your fingers across the frets your voice lingered inside my head Intoxicating me Making me forget everything you had said- the words that once stung, the wounds that ceased to heal all the things that you said you couldn't feel. It all seemed false when you sang of love with devotion that you could never give to me That was when it hit me It wasn't me you loved, It was her Your first guitar named Valerie.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
Valerie
I often look out the window and wonder if the world i see sees me too? Does it see the scars on my wrist, the swollen eyes, that tell a story of monsters and men and all things gory? Or does it just see the glint that glimmers with hope, hope and fantasies to someday soar the skies like I thought I would? Does it not see scarred hands but hands with fervour that recite tales of strength and sacrifice. If only I knew what the world could see I could look within and find the courage to stand. To stand for what i deserve, To stand against what was served If only I knew what the world could see, I'd realize my ability.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
In the eyes of the world
Staring out the window I think to myself is this how life looks from the top shelf? Never had I thought I'd be sitting here with him one hand holding his and the other wiping our baby's snot. "I want to be big" I'd said Life was all rainbows in my head With rainbows came rain And with rain, more pain. But as our fingertips touched, through the cricks of my brain the memories gushed "We'll get through it all" he said "As long as you never let go" But let go I did, of all my big dreams and so life turned out - as perfect as it seems.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
Let go