We set our eyes;
on the same moon every night,
I know you're there,
I know you're near,
Though we're a million miles;
far apart.
Physically separated,
between the horizons,
but our hearts fill the void,
of separation;
and unite as one.
What separates us,
Could be the littlest of things,
Neglect and heedlessness,
Inattention and selfishness,
or having to treat each other,
as a choice.
I express my feelings through poetry. It's not as good as Emily Dickinson's or A. Samad Said's. However, this is my style and I'd like to share it with people! Enjoy!
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
What Goes Around Comes Around
Tell me,
How is it possible for me,
To forget,
To detach,
To ignore,
The memories made.
Tell me,
How is it easy,
To move on,
When my mind keeps pulling me back,
To the moment where,
I wish I could stop time.
Tell me,
How do you move on,
With ease,
When your heart is breaking apart,
From remembering.
How is it possible for me,
To forget,
To detach,
To ignore,
The memories made.
Tell me,
How is it easy,
To move on,
When my mind keeps pulling me back,
To the moment where,
I wish I could stop time.
Tell me,
How do you move on,
With ease,
When your heart is breaking apart,
From remembering.
Wilting
You blossom like there's no grief,
Oblivious and innocent you may be,
Bear in mind;
You are just another flower,
They can pluck easily.
They smell your fragrance,
They pluck your petals,
One by one;
Bear in mind;
It will hurt.
Nothing's left on you,
So their attention drift,
To other unfortunate flowers,
Bear in mind;
You will never blossom.
Oblivious and innocent you may be,
Bear in mind;
You are just another flower,
They can pluck easily.
They smell your fragrance,
They pluck your petals,
One by one;
Bear in mind;
It will hurt.
Nothing's left on you,
So their attention drift,
To other unfortunate flowers,
Bear in mind;
You will never blossom.
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