A stolen fragment
Of me turns into
A whisper.

Black, envious, engulfing;
My texture too watery,
So I turn into mist.

Entwined by the moon,
a charming shadow
Soft to the touch.

The sorrow in me
Melts quickly
Into the dark.

Waves conquered peace
For the Harmonious Sunset,

Souls pacified peace
For the Astounding Nature,

Birds Blew Peace
For the Wings to Unite,

Birth concord peace
For the Nation's Serenity.

Fathima Ruhee
@inking__scribbler

To the girl he is in love with,
Don't let your story be a myth.
He deserves a love beyond it,
for he is a man full of wit.

You sound like pen on
Paper, and to you, I sound
Like wind chimes tinkling
In the breeze on our journey.
You and I, we’re made for this

He trapped me in his arms,
my back against the wall.
Our lips only inches apart,
eyes staring to my soul.

I couldn't say a word,
for it might give me away.
I could feel my breath hitch,
couldn't trust what I would say.

"Do you like me?"
He said, along with a smirk.
I stared at him longingly,
not wanting to say no.

This man in front of me,
is the most dangerous person I know.
He could break me in a second,
and could leave me begging for more.

My knees are about to give in,
as I stare back at the face of the man I love.
I breathed a no,
wanting to take it back.

I hardened my gaze,
and took all my might to push him away.
He's the most dangerous person I know,
but I just couldn't look away.