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yama verita Oct 2020
i’m never alone.
i have my words—
sometimes my tears,
but never alone.
yama verita Oct 2020
your name dustily scribed on my head,
like a forgotten song once my fave;
on the radio it plays, gone unheard—
the room filled soft muffles turned raging waves.
yama verita Oct 2020
a love to prove,
a flower for the pain,
the thorns removed—
but the shadow remains.
yama verita Oct 2020
i didn't followed you to the waters,
just so you could pull me under.
yama verita Oct 2020
as a child
i never knew
the real world
all i know is
just barbie and fun
that it wasn't
all cruel and stoic
wherever i look it's
love in the air
and the illusion of
a fake family
was far-fetched
the perfect life
that i'm living happily
i took for granted
my poor first attempt of reverse poem
yama verita Oct 2020
when was the last time you wrote out of happiness?
yama verita Oct 2020
there were no feelings to rid—
it wasn't love to begin with.
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