🍁When i left my eyes🍁
🍁Too see skies🍁
🍁I see moon and stars🍁
🍁Miles away from my heart🍁
🍁I found that🍁
🍁Stars peeping me like my mother🍁
And moon gaze me like my hero father
Just an art to write my Felling in such way..i'm glad after writing it i feel so much amazed.You also feel like the same...
But parents are like tree which give shade us..
Thanks for reading.
I hate the good days
I have no reason to feel
As bad as I do
At least on the bad days, I have an excuse.
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
A child's storybook
I love to read
Even in my teen years
Thanks for reading:)
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