I thought I would rather talk sincere to you, than rushing away before uttering a word
Yet I always rushed away putting distance between my reality and you
You were a fantasy, weren't you?
And i don't know how to have a heart to heart talk
I thought I'll cry of my sincerity then, but I cannot shed a single tear.
I still laugh in moments when even the surroundings scream of my doom.
Yet when the moon sits with me, two stars begin to glisten at the corners of my eyes
Then my hands too moisten, wiping away the beads of rain from my cheeks
Perhaps I'm only waiting for a fall, for an eclipse when you will be there holding my hand.
When you will squeeze it, when I will eventually hear a laughter of my sincerity.
A laughter only a disguise for my sadness,
And you'll say trade your sorrows with me.
And I will again laugh that breathy laughter, one you joked for a summer breeze
And we will move on, to talk about another thing.
Because you knew,
You always knew what pains me the most.
_hira
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Grief too is Melodic
PuisiA collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief. Written with the intention that you r...
