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 Apr 2015 Julian Pacheco
Àŧùl
I am a human,
That too a man.
I used to compliment,
That too to many females.
Now I don't just accept,
Though I was really decent in it but it still was polite flirting in a way,
Now I even apologize and detest it.

The girl who I idolize as my sole love,
She got hurt knowing me better,
But that's only partial face of mine,
I even ward off other females that try to flirt,
I behave just like the only girl I love,
Probably that is the problem.

I must accept our differences,
I love her more than my life,
And I must give her her own spaces,
Maybe it's not correct in society,
Even she dislikes me loving so extremely,
I will stop being insecure now on,
But I will never stop exclusively loving the last girl in my life before any daughter.
My HP Poem #823
©Atul Kaushal
A thousand times I've said
A poet I am not,
A writer I am not
So repetitive I've forgotton who I try to convince,
the world or myself?
Perhaps both
Perhaps neither
You can decide on that
After these are all just
words on a page with the little meanings you pull through the lines
As the moon grew full
so did the sorrow in her mind,
the night she picked up the knife
instead of the pen
For the drops on the floor were more poetically true of
her innerself than her open ended words on that paper
could ever be...
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