Slowly, I pick up all these old pastels
They remind me of tiny silver bellsThat I used to draw back in gallery
When I had no worry about salaryThose days were this heavenly bliss
That deep in my heart, I really missWhen your existence was unknown
And I lived in this world of my ownDays without the sad broken hearts
When I fell for lovely colors in artsBecause it was so better than falling
In love and end up in painful callingDays when hurt belonged to bruises
Achieved in playing outdoor cruisesWhen wounds healed within hours
But now, it's been years I have scarsThat you gave me when I was young
They leave a bad taste on my tongueI can't seem to swallow all this pain
That you gifted me back on 6th laneThey say young hearts break easily
It's true for you came 'n' left breezilyMonsoon keeps on passing so silently
My heart beats inside me so violentlyFor my eyes await your fading steps
For your arrival, I madly make prepsOh please tell me where do I go now?
I live on your slowly whispered 'ciao'But you never even pick up my call
Was there ever a more painful fall?Because your absence hurts me a lot
I wish I had in my heart a blood clotThat will choke me to death forever
And I will have to wait for you neverIt's so wrong to make false promises
That day you'll accept it is a premisesThere you enjoy your days 'n' nights
While here I get lost in blinding lightsFor you, our love was a fleeting affair
But I still wait for you on third stairYou may never know, it's your knife
That I accepted as the story of my lifeNo matter how hard I keep on trying
Everyday I feel like I'm slowly dyingWhen I'll be no more, oh so dear one
Speak up, then will you at last return?Author's Note
I'm so sorry for giving you guys these sad poems. I wish I could write some happy poems but these days it's all I can think of. I'm sorry. :'( I haven't slept all night. I wish to sleep...atleast once..with peace. Just once. But it seems like it'll be the day I die. God bless my soul. Farewell. :(
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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