So this isn't just another piece
and my mind isn't just writing another poem
where I will be talking about you
by giving you different adjectives
for telling everyone, particularly myself
that why you are the special one
and I cannot let you go even when
there are days that I cannot sleep
and I don't blame you for my insomnia though
but you have already known
how I miss you to coil me at nights
only so I can find your lips with my eyes closed
because you give me the warmth in the winters
and the cool breeze in the summers
when I smell of you throughout the day
with all the smiles and the dazzle
away from the turmoils and hatred of the world
and safely buried in your arms
which is my favourite place forever
And I am still sure that this poem isn't just about you
but you make me fall every single time
just like the season of autumn
even if there are no flowers to give
but still, this isn't another poem about you
and my love for you will be always short of adjectives.
YOU ARE READING
Your name on my lips
PoetryBefore I met him, I had lost my faith in love and for me it was a known stranger with harsh words and fires and burns. But in the midst of chaos, he came like a new season with extended arms and kindest charms, tasting a bit like heaven. If there we...
