Isn't it funny, that even after she knows she'd never get him, she still desires for it
that, he's still a stranger but, before herself, she prays for him
that, after meeting every friend, she still waits for him
that after every talk she still misses him.
Isn't it funny that, after all the hope inside her, his words bring the happiness within
that, after all the brightness around her, his light is all she takes in
It makes her happy and sad at the same time
it completes her and breaks her at the same time
it makes her smile and cry at the same time
it brings hope and lonliness at the same time
Isn't it funny that in all the crowd her eyes look up for him
That among all the stars, her sky awaits for him
that among all the butterflies, her flower wants him
that among all the comfort, her heart beats for him
Isnt it funny, that, what her mouth fails to speak,
her mind refuses to accept,
her heart denyes to forget,
her hands, still, write for him!
YOU ARE READING
Starry Nights
PoetryHeya Guys. This is my first time ever of uploading anything, anywhere. This book is just a book of my thoughts which are just written in a poetic way. I hope you'll have fun reading 'em. Enjoy. Good Day :')
