Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
My heart sets itself on a thin rope
My head is an uncontrollable mess
My neck sinks low from apologies
My mind wouldn't think less
My eyes plead for your mercy
My hands ache for your touch
My mouth craves for your love
My feet follows your path
I know I'm not easy to love. I'm full of insecurities and I'm full of flaws. I overthink and then I beat myself up with it.

My eyes never rest till my heart is settled, and my mind is clear.

And I apologise for the mess I am.
Blanket
Written by
Blanket  Singapore
(Singapore)   
397
   Geetha Jayakumar
Please log in to view and add comments on poems