My hands don't write anymore
My soul does
My eyes don't see anymore
My soul does.
You don't have a soul
For if you had one
You might have known.
Physically far
Intellectually connected
Mouths don't speak loud
Eyes hypnotise like sceptre.
We are not here by fate
We are here by destiny
That heart doesn't beats for anything
It beats so that I see you once again.
Everytime I see you
I feel like it's the last time
I'm scared of seeing you once again
For if we do, it will be a goodbye.
You would never see the tears in my eyes
When I think of you
You're just another star in the sky
Still everytime, I find you.
Dear lord, you can take my life
If that's what it costs to see that smile
My body would be soulless
For my soul reflects in his eyes.
You said we'd play
But look at you, you didn't even stay
I was loving you, sitting in a mansion of red clay
It wasn't permanent, the sun never came
Still I loved you the same.
I never felt this feeling before
It's more than love
I know.
You don't wear rings
You don't wear diamonds
Still you strike my eyes and shine
I read you more than the bible.
You could cut your hair, look like an absolute dumbass
You could wear the worst pair of clothes, but still manage to get hoes
You're not a friend, you're a foe
You don't see me as a friend, you see me as a whore.
Poetry is love
Love is design
I made the biggest mistake of all time
By thinking that you were mine.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poesiapoetry 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
