Jun 27
(To the one that no one sees)
Hidden in the depths
of my fractured ribs,
burning my heart
with hot-waves,
you hid.
Born,
when all
tore my hands
for drawing my
ink soaked thoughts
in black.
Promise me;
To not let
my heart break,
just let it melt till
none is left,
will you?
Hidden in the depths
of my fractured ribs,
burning my heart
with hot-waves,
you hid.
Born,
when all
tore my hands
for drawing my
ink soaked thoughts
in black.
Promise me;
To not let
my heart break,
just let it melt till
none is left,
will you?
I am actually busy these days, & so poems float into my mind. I just write them down, but my parents wont allow thinking it would distract my studies. Anger approaches me. But I wait in silence, still doing what I love, knowing that it is my psychologist who reduces my stress, till it fades, not partly but completely...
