[3 January, 2020]
9:35 Pm.
P.S I'm happy, but I managed to
write sad poetry. Funny right?
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There is too much left to be said,
But I choose my words,
This time, carefuly.
For the emotion I feel,
is delicate.
I close my eyes,
For I need to sigh.
A simple action that implies,
How tired one can be.
About a million thoughts in my mind,
Tug me towards you,
For you are in my memories,
And the ever-growing thoughts leave me overwhelmed.
But I think about only some now.
To sort out all,
To try and make some sense,
Of the tangled mess,
Inside my head.
A tear leaks out,
Do not blame me.
I am healing,
But this heart still feels so sore.
A touch lingers on my skin,
Caused by a memory,
Old, thrashed,
Like an unloved,
Old classic book.
Why memories make poetry so easy,
I do not know.
Sometimes words leak from my pen,
Like my tears,
Decorating the pages of my dairy.
Hence, Here I write,
Trying to sort out what's inside.
Listen carefuly.
You'll hear me whispering my poetry.
YOU ARE READING
Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poetry*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
