He was never mine to begin with
But you see...
He turned my dawns ombre
And my skies grey
He left my heart in a twist
Pumping blood and a dirge
Silvery shimmery rivulets
running down my face
A pen
Paper
Ink
His reflection
In my head
So I draw him in my lines
In threads of silver and gold
And blood curdling red
I draw him in my lines
March the band
Nail the coffin
But he's there all the time
Like the pulse through my veins
I look for him in their eyes
In their arms,outstretched
And in their love, unasked
I search and search
But all I want is him
But he was never mine to begin with
And my heart lurches at the thought
That he might never be
So tell me
How?
How do I get over someone
Who was never mine to begin with?
K.H.H
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts And Feelings.
شِعرThese will be poems I write when I am going through motions of emotions.
