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sankavi Apr 2020
i like to stay up all night
just to watch the sun rise
sankavi Apr 2020
I hate you, I hate you so ******* much
but somehow,
you're the only person who can make me smile so bright
the only person who I can just sit there quietly on call with
the only person who's jokes I actually find funny
I hate you so **** much, but somewhere along the lines I started loving you too and I really,
really wish I didn't
sankavi Jan 2020
two star-crossed lovers
ending in a huge tragedy
finding beauty in the sadness

perhaps if Romeo had stayed alive just a little longer he could've been with his beloved Juliet once again
or maybe if she was truly dead, he could've moved on and found someone who loves him o so dearly once again

perhaps their love had already brought them everything they hoped for from life
and loving again would be far too complicated
or perhaps just living without their other halves was far beyond the worst nightmare they've ever had

I do not question the love they had
the love that grew stronger than anything I have ever seen within a week
but maybe, just maybe
if they had chosen to stay on this planet the ending would be a bit different, a bit happier

I admire Shakespeare and his amazing creation of Romeo and Juliet
I adore the tragedy and heartbreak and everything within
sankavi Jan 2020
you were a perfect symphony
you were the most beautiful storm

and for a second there
I almost thought you'd be mine
sankavi Jan 2020
I fell for the wrong one
but in the process of falling for the person who could never love me
I found myself and my self worth
  Jan 2020 sankavi
vanessa ann
brown-eyed boy,
you haunt my dream
with your golden gleam

brown-eyed boy,
i wonder if your touch is as soft
as the way you lay your eyes upon me
       [like i was fragile glass,
        and a simple whisper
        is enough to shatter me]


brown-eyed boy,
you’re neither the blues
of the deep abyss
or the viridescence
of oak leaves

brown-eyed boy,
you’re the soil nourishing me
all the riches of this earth
the oxygen i breathe

and brown-eyed boy?
loving you is like
overindulging in
honey
       [for you're so sweet
        and who am i to resist?]


-
because there aren't enough poems in this world about brown-eyed boys, whose honey sweet eyes bore into your soul
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