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 Sep 2015 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
I can't handle
another death,
leaving me out here
lost and alone

I can't handle
another mourn,
leaving me lifeless
as a hollow stone

I can't handle
another grievance,
letting you go to
a world unknown

Because to save
your precious life,
I would give infinite
deaths of my own

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I wake up early in the morning
to make me perfect
eye liner with the beautiful shape
To catch my loved one and save
with red and glittering lips
Want to love with the kiss
Make my hair curly and shining
So that he could take time to arrange it

I look so happy in my mirror
My cheeks glow turn into pink  
Polish my nail to touch him softly
have a high hills to walk slowly

I saw him at a garden
the greenery can't impress me
when he appears
Ohh my god, I cant see this
my liner starts flowing with my tears
my lips start crying
ohh poor my soft hands
Just use to close my mouth

How can I watch him in her arm
Cant make it lose from my hand
I don't need my beauty any more
I don't need to make it more
I don't want to see him anymore
I don't need him anymore
Thousands of dreams
Thousands of thoughts
Its just a time to blow

Thousands of signs
Thousands of shows
Its just a time to throw

Thousands of hopes
Thousands of wants
Its just a time to slow
If I have to describe
the love
in one word,
I will use
your name
for that !!!
I am ready to be your star
who can fall for you
to make your wish come true !!

# your star
 Sep 2015 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

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 Sep 2015 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
I had more love for the
reflection of your shadow,
than you had ever had
for the entirety of my soul

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 Sep 2015 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
I wander these crowded streets
Foreign, reserved, and alone
A past memory never repeats
Distant, concealed, and unknown

My eyes recollect the places
But the places appear much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces appear far colder  

The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud

I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken

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