Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2020
Eight years ago I met her,
A lean girl with long hair.
She was calm like an ocean asleep,
In her smile, we see the faith's leap.

I miss the days we were together,
I spent my nights in lonely sobs
Repeating that you're now long gone.
I still wake up, hoping for your calls,
I still wait for your knock behind the walls.
My heart shatters all doors towards you,
Thinking you'll turn around
Reluctant to knock.

I yearn for another chance,
Another night and another dance.
I regret the day I let you go,
My arms crave to hold you close.
I know you aren't to come around
But my heart keeps hope nevertheless.
I miss her and I crave for one last moment with her. Holding her hands.
Ashiq Sulfikar
Written by
Ashiq Sulfikar  25/M/India
(25/M/India)   
180
     Traveler
Please log in to view and add comments on poems