My hands have a limit
My heart doesn't
So, you will never know my poetry
For I won't tear my heart apart.
I have you in my poetry
Someone, please find me a remedy
Addicted to this melody
Of my words and your legacy.
After rage comes tears
After the age comes fears
My world smears
Whenever you appear.
I let my heart flow in accordance to my tears
Gradually, it starts to heal
Until you talk to me with your eyes again
Making the wounds on my heart fresh.
You don't talk to me
But your soul speaks
People mourn on separation
Here I am, making a fool of myself
Celebrating that you know 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
