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"You're so beautiful" , he said.
The first time I wanted to believe I was pretty, I was with him in his bed.I can still feel the butterflies in my gut,
The warmth of his hand,
Like laying on the beach in the glittery sand.I reminisce the love in his eyes.
Oh lord that pretty gaze!
Safe, warm, homely is how I explain his embrace.Love is a risk.
And this is how this lover falls.
I felt loved.
Felt loved until someone calls.My heart sped up
Realising it was her.
I saw you and that's when everything went blur.I remember his eyes soften,
those muscle tense.
His tone softer,
That heart dense.Melancholy is what I call it
when my ivory heart shredded.
It shreds till date into bits and bits and bits.I still love that boy
he'll always be my baby.
I call it love.
You call me crazy.It wasn't a sauna,
It was a ruddy shower.
The love never present,
Forever remains a scour.Furious me would be hostile.
Shout cry cuss at him.
But was it really his fault?
He was already broken enough.
Afterall he got his lovers call.-Isha Pathania
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Silent Screams- Poems
PoetrySelf written poems about the hidden feelings that no one knows but many can relate. Writing my own life giving words to my mind. Exquisitely self destructive ♡