Bittersweet,
the emotion I feel.
An nick in my heart
That dosent seem to heal.
My strong mind
Has hidden the pain.
But I know
It's just because I'm vain.
As I don't admit the feeling
That's drizzling like rain.
But like a bacteria attacking
The body for the first time,
And the lymphs taking
Time to recognise them,
So is my heart trying to
Categorise the emotion
I'm falling into.
Sometimes I doubt if it's genuine.
Is it something
that shall stay forever,
Like the Sun and the moon?
I dont want the emotion to be cursed.
I want it to be blessed.
And hence out of doubt,
I bury it down.
If you want them,
You have to go on a hunt.
Until then.
It shall stay
Six feet under
Within my mind.
A coward's mind.
YOU ARE READING
string of words
PoetryPoems come to me like Words falling from the sky creating an ache in my chest Forcing my hand to write it.
