If I should
Love and
lose in love,
Then let it be so.
Let it be sang
By those who
write sad songs.
Let it be written
And stored in
Books of dirges.
Let it be painted
Side to side
with falling stars.
Let it be mourned
By soulful
Heart soothers.
Yes! Let it be read out
Softly like a
Sweet, sinful serenade.
Let it be known,
I handed out my heart,
Unwrapped
The colours of my soul,
One by one
And laid it out open.
All of it.
YOU ARE READING
I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
