If my heart was a flower it would be a malodorous one
and most of its petals would be gone by now,
carried away by that brisk wind, following suit those autumn rains and all the melancholy they bring.
Under those circumstances the most beautiful love stories are born.
But you, you are a love story on your own.
Your name has turned into beautiful music and it's playing on repeat inside my head.
Your eyes,coruscating as always yet they are so far away
and not once have looked into mine.
Love is not ethical, it shows no mercy at all.
I feel like I can drown but I'm still holding on
to a small possibility I can be called yours.
That thought alone is so blithe to me,
wake me up cause I don't want to miss a thing.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
