My eyes;
they should not
even glance
where you stand.
My skin;
it should not even
have goosebumps,
with the mere
touch of
your hand.
My soul;
it should not even glow
at the sound of your voice;
like sun rays sparkles the dew
after a winter night.
And my heart;
it must not flutter now,
like the wings of a newborn
butterfly,
when our eyes,
meet in the pool of hundreds.
It should not soar to the
heights of limitless sky,
at the hypothesis that
somewhere, somehow;
you dote on me.
And it should not hurt now,
when dreams shatter,
the shrapnel piercing
my heart,
to know that you were never
mine.
YOU ARE READING
I hope
Poetry"Heart breaks and tear stains. sleepless nights and foggy eyes. Shattered dreams and unuttered cries They might comprise my days so far, yet, in midst of the chaos and emotions, I will rise with fire in my eyes." Cover by: @Glass_Sword
