Slowly, I pick up all these old pastels
They remind me of tiny silver bells
That I used to draw back in gallery
When I had no worry about salary
Those days were this heavenly bliss
That deep in my heart, I really miss
When your existence was unknown
And I lived in this world of my own
Days without the sad broken hearts
When I fell for lovely colors in arts
Because it was so better than falling
In love and end up in painful calling
Days when hurt belonged to bruises
Achieved in playing outdoor cruises
When wounds healed within hours
But now, it's been years I have scars
That you gave me when I was young
They leave a bad taste on my tongue
I can't seem to swallow all this pain
That you gifted me back on 6th lane
They say young hearts break easily
It's true for you came 'n' left breezily
Monsoon keeps on passing so silently
My heart beats inside me so violently
For my eyes await your fading steps
For your arrival, I madly make preps
Oh 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 clot
That will choke me to death forever
And I will have to wait for you never
It's so wrong to make false promises
That day you'll accept it is a premises
There you enjoy your days 'n' nights
While here I get lost in blinding lights
For you, our love was a fleeting affair
But I still wait for you on third stair
You may never know, it's your knife
That I accepted as the story of my life
No matter how hard I keep on trying
Everyday I feel like I'm slowly dying
When 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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