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Naynika Wason Apr 2018
I often look out the window
and wonder
if the world i see
sees me too?
Does it see
the scars on my wrist,
the swollen eyes,
that tell a story
of monsters and men
and all things gory?
Or does it just see
the glint
that glimmers with hope,
hope and fantasies
to someday soar the skies
like I thought I would?
Does it not see scarred hands
but hands with fervour
that recite tales
of strength and sacrifice.
If only I knew
what the world could see
I could look within
and find the courage to stand.
To stand for what i deserve,
To stand against what was served
If only I knew
what the world could see,
I'd realize my ability.
Naynika Wason Apr 2018
Staring out the window
I think to myself
is this how life looks
from the top shelf?
Never had I thought
I'd be sitting here with him
one hand holding his
and the other wiping our baby's snot.
"I want to be big" I'd said
Life was all rainbows in my head
With rainbows came rain
And with rain, more pain.
But as our fingertips touched,
through the cricks of my brain
the memories gushed
"We'll get through it all" he said
"As long as you never let go"
But let go I did, of all my big dreams
and so life turned out - as perfect as it seems.
Sky
Naynika Wason Dec 2018
Sky
That's the thing about love
it's as limitless as the sky.
You fall and you fall
only to end up bruised
For what you thought you could hold on to
turned out to be thin air.
Love is like the sky
for it turns pretty colours,
everyday more beautiful than the last.
The colours they fade
and turn into darkness.
The sun rises and sets again,
So know,
tomorrow's colours hold something new,
for you.
Naynika Wason Apr 2018
As you slid your fingers
across the frets
your voice lingered
inside my head
Intoxicating me
Making me forget
everything you had said-
the words that once stung,
the wounds that ceased to heal
all the things
that you said you couldn't feel.
It all seemed false
when you sang of love
with devotion
that you could never give to me
That was when it hit me
It wasn't me you loved,
It was her
Your first guitar
named Valerie.

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