Don't touch it, it's pounding
A touch can resonate it,
To the way it was before,
So let me hide from your touch,
Your charms and your mirth,
I have sealed it just now
With everything I have found
Built a fortress made of emotions
Patched it with all my devotion
Your smile might melt it
Your voice might shake it
You're not knowing me.... might break it
So I hide
I crush my pride
And accept the fact
Your presence and that
The attention you have
Rips my skin
and tears my bones
But worry you shan't
Cause ,know me you can't
A silent admirer
that you will never know
Go and burn bright
You who can never be MINE
YOU ARE READING
With The Flow
Poetrylanguage of the heart and sound of the soul Poems are more than a jumble of words