Since I’ve met you
most of my poems were about nature;
how the birds sing
how the flowers bloom
Lately though
The birds don’t sing anymore
making nature a cage
surrounding my heart
crushing and letting it fall
like the shooting star that fell
the night I wished for you.
Lately I’ve been finding myself
stuck in a silent storm
(Not sure whether it was silent
because I couldn't yell
or whether it was silent
because I couldn't hear)
but I’m sure it was as silent
as the silence that developed between us.
I still find myself drowning
in the waves of that storm.
Every time the birds hummed your name
It rang in my ear like the sound of a bullet
leaving a hole as hallow as our past
but I don’t bleed
instead, my scars sing to the
closeness of your name
because they miss your touch..
They miss you…
And a bullet that rings
like your name
is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
-L.A.M
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
Since I’ve met you
most of my poems were about nature;
how the birds sing
how the flowers bloom
Lately though
The birds don’t sing anymore
making nature a cage
surrounding my heart
crushing and letting it fall
like the shooting star that fell
the night I wished for you.
Lately I’ve been finding myself
stuck in a silent storm
(Not sure whether it was silent
because I couldn't yell
or whether it was silent
because I couldn't hear)
but I’m sure it was as silent
as the silence that developed between us.
I still find myself drowning
in the waves of that storm.
Every time the birds hummed your name
It rang in my ear like the sound of a bullet
leaving a hole as hallow as our past
but I don’t bleed
instead, my scars sing to the
closeness of your name
because they miss your touch..
They miss you…
And a bullet that rings
like your name
is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
-L.A.M
