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Ma'ya Jul 5
Fallen cherry blooms,
Sticks to my wet skin like grief,
Brief and hard to hold.
Buds along the branch,
Closed and holding on to spring,
I hold on to you.
Ma'ya Jul 5
The roses never asked,
Why you didn’t return home.
It just bloomed and died.
The petals fell slow,
Each one a mute final word,
We could never say.
Ma'ya Jul 5
In the wet forest,
A carcass cradled by moss.
Life feeds on its loss.
Roots drink memory,
Silence thick as fallen leaves,
Time softens the bone.
Ma'ya Jan 28
"Pretty".
Blurted my mind when I,
First laid my eyes on you.
The way you laugh,
The way you smile,
The way you stand there pretty.
Is this what I should uhh,
Really be saying about a guy?
I do not know..

But what I do know is that,
It tickles?
The way you call my name,
Oh so endearingly.
The way I am reflected,
In your eyes, only me.
The way you laugh so contagiously,
Over my dumbest of jokes.
It tickles.

And I wish, I knew then.
What started out as admiration,
Became something I fear most.
Because the moment,
My heart voluntarily beats for you,
Was the day I would lose,
A part of me forever.
The part of me that,
Refused to believe in love.

Started to believe,
In Loving Only You.
Counting years.
Ma'ya Jan 27
I like my poems flawed,
I like my poems human.
My poems are me.
Ma'ya Dec 2024
Maybe I stayed awake,
So I don’t see you anymore.
But is this an attempt to forget?
Or to remember you by.
Ma'ya Jun 2024
Your ship,
Is not mine to sail,
I am only damaged goods,
And you're not.
I am unworthy,
To aboard your journey.
So sail without me,
Following traces to your star.
Guided by the wind in your heart.
On forth and find her sea,
Away from me.
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