A thousand words to be written,
Not enough to be driven.
I see from the crimson red sky,
To the ocean so high.
The horizons describe you,
Reminds me how gorgeous you are.
I am crushing myself,
My heart is bearing the pain.
Something that I am writing through my soul,
Doesn't even seems to cross your eyes.
I wrote many reasons,
Thousand to move on,
But million to stay.
It's destructive,
The pages are boring through my mind.
An immortal life to live,
For the one who just wants to rest on the shore.
My own pieces are cutting me deep down,
They also find my pages cursed.
But my love never agrees,
Distracted by your eyes.
Sometimes I do wonder,
What if my pages were never real?
And what if I was writing a story,
Which was never meant to occur.
Then I just remember you,
And continue my story on your burned pages.
YOU ARE READING
Whisper Melodies[Poetry]
PoetryHighest Ranking:#1 in deeppoetry(5/10/2018) #5 in poetry(4/23/2018) Something my heart has always wanted to answer, Something that everyone connects to, Something in which everyones story lies, Something to connect with emotions too hard...