a man who never cheats a man who never blames a man who never criticizes a man who will understand a man who lets her free a man who is trustworthy a man with pure emotions a man who never leaves a man of her dreams was all she imagined of...
Poetry connects with a paper, A paper connects with a pen, A pen connects with the mind, The mind connects with the soul, The soul connects with the heart.
At a certain point of life We all feel lost, scared and confused. But in the end, We'll be there Where we should be and Where we belong. It just takes Time.
When I scroll down And look at my older poems, I wonder, I wrote these?
I WROTE THESE POEMS!? I find joy when fellow poets relate to my poems. When they like and comment, it's just incredible to see that people are going through what I'm going through, a reminder that I'm not alone. I'm grateful. Thank you! :)
I lay in bed, I turn left, right, It's 11 pm. I turn left and right, I wash my face, It's 12 am. I wash my face, I burst into tears, It's 1 am. I burst into tears, I cry, cry, It's 2 am. I cry and cry, I cry myself to sleep, It's 3 am.
Your words shape themselves into blades and knives and carve deep into my heart, the places I didn't know existed. Should I be glad that I found new places or sad that I'm hurt?