i cannot even speak
but want my voice popular
cannot hold a sound
a note in particular
wish you'd understand air
cause words are now difficult
unless ink and a pen,
wood and a paper.
i would give you a song
but i remain just a poet
my heart holds the tune
though my voice cannot show it
i could learn it on strings
a proof it would serve
but you loved my voice
and i loved the verve
with each mark on calendar
does your memory deter?
my echoes, my accent
does it ever recur?
try to understand my poems
these are songs never sung
read my eyes, they are now
louder than my tongue.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
I couldn't have the journey with you
you moved forward without me, there was nothing that I could do.
I search for your innocent smile in every other faces,
you know I was the darkest one among all the other black dresses.
I miss saying 'I love you's infront of your face
Not to buy bouquet of roses just to put it in your grave
I miss when you used to wipe my tears when I cry,
But now your hands don't reach my cheeks even until my tears dry
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
I've hated summers since I was a kid
how i loathe the bugs and intolerable heat
no spring flowers and no autumn leaves
but thanks to summer, he rolls up his sleeves
my eyes yearn for a look, they glance, they peek
oh I LOVE when he smiles, even more when he speaks
four eyes wandering, two hearts confused
I don't even know the guy I've just mused
yet I feel like copying every move that he makes
want a dimple when i smile, I try to write with my left
my admiration for him is filled to the brim
wish he drowned in my eyes, but he knows how to swim
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
'what's your biggest fear?'
everyone who has asked me this has received a lie
I'm a liar and I'll take the truth to the grave when I die
cause 'spiders' and 'heights' are just so easy to say
kept on lying and lying, up to this day
no matter how good I might be with words
I can't explain my fear to this world
It's wandering eyes, I said it
are you confused? I get it
I love you if you've always looked into my eyes
I am the liar, my eyes cannot lie
but when your eyes wander around my cheek and jaw
I don't know if its my smile or flaws that you saw
I already know the thing you'll say next
'It's just acne, it'll be okay'
then why did you mention it cause I never asked
why'd you think that I would need pity on that
yes, i drink water and wash my face everyday
I've tried everything is the least I can say
'you're still pretty'
oh god, spare me the pity
it's not comforting, never has been
I know i can be pretty, just not in this skin
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC