Aren’t we all a little broken? Aren’t we all a little beautiful too? Aren’t we all a little afraid to feel what is real and which is rare.
Tag: Poetry
My Wildflower
He grew out of nowhere like an unplanted bud grows in a pot over my balcony I watered it with love and caressed it daily with perfect light and hope and it grew and grew and grew gradually into a beautiful wildflower deep under my skin rooting around my bones I held it close to…
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I wish I could
Photo by Rafael Serafim on Pexels.com I wish I could write that way I think I wish I could write more about you when I write the way thoughts come gushing down to me every time I think of you and keeps me lingering until I fall asleep everything I try to whelved in my…
THE JUDGEMENT NIGHT
Shallow water too deep to drown Are you the king for your wearing this crown? Supreme, head and almighty you think you are? Just bonded with dusts that will fly away far Mixed into the lights where no one can see You will turn into stars or nothing would be Such that we know or…
In My Dreams
In my dreams, I was with you. Lying on the floor covered with white sheets, drinking our favourite red wine, you singing my soulful song, smiling together for our time went wrong. In my dreams, You were with me. No distance, no work, painting my canvas with the colors of your heart, the chills on…
True Friendship Survives
A good friend is like a star, At times far away but never really far. Even during the darkest nights, They stands for you strong and spreads lights. Many come and go like the thin air, Which passes only once in a random fair. Some choose to stay and stick together, Even with the heaviest…
Regrets
Trapped Inside When trapped I feel the weight of my wings, When trapped I feel the days sleeping by, When trapped I feel we did nothing good, When trapped I feel we could have changed this. Greedily depleting everything around Little did we notice, we were digging graves One for ourself today, personalised And one…
On my death bed
humming an old forgotten song, thinking about you, the air turns heavier to breathe and my heart slows down. closing my eyes I remind self and smile, I have lived a life fuller than these grey clouds and have loved a heart who loved me back. And this is how full-filling my end would be.…
