I've seen you
dancing, to rhythm
of the moon.
I wonder, if I were up there,
would you have loved me too..
A rose only grows
by getting watered,
by light. Same goes
And, what am I to you?
--You, She replied.
Are the roots to this beautiful flower,
and my heart is like the sun.
As long as you
keep growing, it'll never let you die.
My lips no longer taste of you.
He kissed away your breath, and sent it out to sea.
It drowned in a storm
where I no longer feel your pain.
And washed away, to a place where you
no longer have a name.
I write what
and I feel
what I write.
drained it out.
You* said you would love me,
until the end of your days.
Well I believe you died not long after that,
and resurrected from stones.
You no longer love me,
and your memory aches in these bones.
Love* is a drug,
distance is rehab.
One look from you eyes,
and I'll relapse.
Like the horizon hiding between the
sea and the sky,
near and distant all at once. To me,
that's what you are.
But you're just a screen again.
A daydream in mid Novembers falling leaves.
That euphoria of seeing you again, wont leave
my skin; and it breaks my bones with words,
poetry, only you can get out of me.