a burning cigarette
in hand , and eyes
full of regret .
he is the boy ,
who lost
himself
somewhere
among
the tiny wisps
of smoke that
curled in the air
, before touching
the ceiling of his
bedroom .
he is the boy ,
who buried his
soul under
layers of self doubt ,
and drowned his
body in past's
mistakes .
he's been
betrayed by
his own words ,
that always touch
the tip of his tongue
but never pass the
barrier of his teeth .
he has a heart , that
sees beauty in
everything but
blind to the beauty
that pours from
within him .
his pen scribbles
letters that wail
in silence , and
his ink streams
against empty
sheets to write
down chapters
of his unfinished
story .
he's a broken
boy who read
through the lies
and metaphors
of a broken girl
who has nothing
to hold on to but
her poetry .
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Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
