WHISPERS

That mornin '

~ A bleeding poetry on the remembrance of someone special.

P/S : This is the first poem I have written on my experience.

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Was a blissful mornin '
When I was in the seventh heaven.
When I was busy being happy,
On what I have done.

Was a tardy mornin '
As usual, but something was unusual.
When I was busy smiling,
Insentience that wasn't casual.

Was a golden mornin '
When the world at large wasn't in this world.
When I was busy being stupid,
And when ' I ' was blurred.

~Ranya•°©

So, this is based on how stupid we be when we start to lose ourselves for someone ' special '.

We don't feel anything else, neither we want to.

It was my morning after the night, I stood up until 3 am with that special person.
That is how I felt ' then '.

That morning was somewhat different, I don't know why, I was happy, energetic, thinking about the previous night.

I stood up late. Spent an hour with myself, just myself, smiling, recollecting those moments in my mind, then smiling again. 

My mom called me, I didn't answer or say, I couldn't answer. Cause I didn't listen. I was busy, thinking about him and my first night spent with him.

For me, there was nobody there, just me with my heart, heavy with those memories.

I was stupid, right?

Until I realised, it was wrong, I was wrong and yes, he was wrong!

I lost myself, wandering around in search of 'him'? Na, in search of love.

That was it!
You guys wants a sequel for this one?

Lemme know!<3

Thanks for reading!