"You're just perfect"
I always used to think
But alas! being myself
I never had the courage to say it
And yet...
I did practice it several times
Its what I've always wished to say
I'd look in the mirror
"You are so incredible" I'd practice to say
A nightly routine it was
Even the mirrors were much annoyed
Cuz I'd always practice the words
Nd be at a loss for it when it's time
Maybe its cuz its you
You're just too beautiful you know
And i don't talk about external appearance
Cuz even in that
My words would always
Be at a lack with all that i know
Every time i laid my eyes on you
It felt no less than looking
At a paradise
I wonder how jelous the angles are
When they trace those insignificant lines on my palm,
Trying to see why so lucky i am
I could compare you
To a thousand different things
The moon, the stars, the galaxy...
But such a bane it is
That none could describe
How i actually feel
But what do i do now...
What am i to do now with these unuttered words
Whom do i tell that your
Presence was like the breath of
Fresh air,
Upon which my existence was nurtured
You left me so hopelessly,
That no potter could mend again,
I was left as a broken thing,
Its edges so sharp it'd hurt
People again and again
You were my musician, love
The one who composed the now me
But why is it,
That no matter which tune or beat they set,
It always comes out as a scream.
The day u left,
I forgot how to breath,
What words to say
What poetries to write anymore
My soul had left me
What clothes to wear,
What song to dance to,
What music do i listen
Which wouldn't remind me of u
Tell me, love
What do i do
What am i to do
Now that I've named my heart
You.....
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Love for me is that potion, which itches our throat...and yet we drink it cuz its exactly what our soul thursts......
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Words of Soul
PoesiaStatus:- ongoing Description:- Everything I ever failed to express in words, Has now become poetry Waiting to be discovered and felt by everyone, It's a lost cause indeed....
