Amidst the chaos and the crowd
You stand, easily distinguishable
Everyone's round here
Except me.
Souls strike like swords
Eyes clash like daggers
Hands tremble as if in great fear
Words slip out of our mouths and stammer.
Zoning out every now and then
In an attempt to zone into you forever
Making a fool of myself
Just for you to not have a genius makeover.
I know there's someone else
Who plays the same role in your life
As you play in mine
Still, I try because maybe someday I might
Become the woman who is on your mind.
Something so basic, yet unconventional
This one sided love makes me conventional
People stare and people judge
At me, holding a specific grudge.
Still, I stay in style
Not looking as fine
As you do, all the time.
Crackers are bursting
Lights are flickering
Jewels are shimmering
But the light in my eyes is dimming
So that yours never go brimming.
Amidst the chaos and the crowd
I stand, easily distinguishable
For everyone's round here
Except me.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
