In a world of woes and silent storms,
I search your eyes amongst all homes.
I wish you could be found,
But my hands to this world are bound.
Oh sweet lies and magic stones,
Build me a house made of bones.
I will carry my love,
And tell her of stars that fly above.
I will carry her with a fondness,
That sparkle her eyes with boldness.
When she lays in my broken arms,
I hope I can conceal well its previous harms.
I hope when she learns to walk this earth,
She discovers all that's within and what's it worth.
When I feed her her first meal,
I hope she never discovers how shaky my hands feel.
I admit I am a terrible person,
Neither a good daughter or a son.
But maybe there's still hope for me,
Even when I walk away from this luxury laid in front of me.
There's this sharp tinge in my heart,
I feel something breaking —
Oh god, I hope its not my baby's heart.
As I painfully turn my face towards the wall,
I find its the beginning of my downfall.
I pushed everyone away,
Try as I might, it only took my strength away.
There they stood like tall unmovable rocks,
But try as they might they couldn't put any locks.
Was it magic, resilience or pure dumb luck?
Just as I began to wonder, a lighting struck.
This path feels so dark and lonely,
And the winds blow out harsh and coldly.
I wish I had your warm and comforting embrace,
You left with something more precious — a smile brighter than an angel's grace.
- Saramitra
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Saramitra
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Journey to the Depth of my Soul ✓
Poetry❝you've been broken for long, come, let me heal you again❞ the darkest valleys of soul have been broken for long. let's burn our inner flames again, soaring so high, it makes the stars smile again. let the journey begin. bon voyage. ✦•··············...
