never have I ever
been fraid of
allowing my heart
to pour its feelings
into poetry, for
paper was always
the place where
my thoughts reside.
until yesterday when
I saw the moon
watching you
dance with the words
I've been trying to get
a grip of, while people
stood with a mix of
awe and admiration,
wondering how
you moved from
being the storm
that ripped the
roof of the room
to the sunshine
that kissed each
crack in the walls.
everyone thought
it was magic, but
I knew better; it
was much more,
for the way your
body swayed with
the rhythm of every
tone as if you were
one with the music,
was something
only a lost boy with
an artistic taste
can do.
but that wasn't what
made me shiver
despite the many
layers I was wearing,
it was your eyes
that burnt my flesh,
looking for
something only our
souls knew, that
had me scared of
going near the pen,
for I was sure,
that night my ink
will only be making
love to the letters
of your name.
YOU ARE READING
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 .
