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His eyes spoke profoundly what his lips couldn't utter.
©Sonia Ettyang
Sun
She looked at him like he was the sun,
In that she never looked at him,
Except out of frustration.

She complained when he was gone,
But she never looked.

On days he was stronger, she hid from him
On days he was muted, she complained.

She never looked at him until he was leaving,
And in the beauty of the sunset she wondered how,
She'd never seen him before
Found this on Tumblr a while ago, felt I’d share it
 Mar 2021 Ava Lennon
Hans Peter
I would die for your forgiveness
I would die for a smile
I would die for a kind word
I would die for your touch
I would die for your time
I would die for a reply
Yet... it's what I live for
 Feb 2021 Ava Lennon
GRAVE27
They promise us love
Promise us gold
They give us some hope
Before the truths unfold

They say we're the same
They say with no shame
But it's all just words
The truth is still hurts

We're still beaten
We were still broken
The truth is shaken
Let the promise gone burnt


We were not insane
We are not to blame
So don't become them
They say it's okay to feel pain

But I guess they don't know
What the pains is for
That the scar is more
Than just lore
I feel reminded how the world used to be. And how it's become
 Feb 2021 Ava Lennon
Mikey
lies
 Feb 2021 Ava Lennon
Mikey
"ill always love you"
say it again my darling, that was a beautiful lie.
 Feb 2021 Ava Lennon
Mikey
all i know,
your heart is mended with mine.
your dna resides in the bottom of my stomach.
youre mine.
and all i know,
im yours.
 Feb 2021 Ava Lennon
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
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