*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...
P.S This is a random poetry, For the WattpadPoetry, february contest.
Here is a poetry about the 'love', Without using the word. I feel like 'love' heals, and completes, A person. So this poety implies, A little bit of my belief, But mostly, a certain thought.
I hope the poetry explains it.
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I do not know, How to shut off my mind, Overflowing, With a million, Thoughts, And memories, Triggered, By the very sight of you.
How else to say, That I'm at loss for words? I'm in awe, By the endearing, Beauty you hold. Each feauture of yours, A striking beauty.
That capativating smile, Leaves me charmed. Lost for words, Lost in thoughts.
How can it be? A person, alive, Full of flaws. Yet appearing perfect, In my eyes. A person, Full of light?
Your very arms, Feel like home. A place, where warmth is felt. Where happiness Infects. Where I am safe, Tightly held.
Your words are well-spoken, As if, they were thought of, Before spoken, In that voice, That implies, goodness.
I stare and I stare. And I just can't stop. As if stuck, In a trance, Too charmed.
Every time, I fall, You pick me up, You hold me tight. You whisper, That it's going to be alright.
And then you heal, My wounds. By a simple smile. Wrapping kind words, Like a blanket, Around me. Showering me, In light.
And you make me care. Though I cry often, Over what happened before. You steal my nightmares, And lend me your dreams.
You let me borrow, Every each of your happiness. You say, That I am, All you need.
You make me feel, As if, I'm enough. And when I stare at you, All I feel, is a feeling, Inexpressible.
My thoughts swim, Far too deeper, Inside this head. My feelings, drown, Far too deeper, Inside my heart.
And so I find, That even a million words, Are not enough. To express, What I feel, Towards you.
A million feelings. I feel, believe me. Each, as specail, As you claim me to be.
And millions of thoughts, Every one, of you, Grow inside my mind, Memrories, far too beautiful.
I feel, too much. And Yet, I do not mind, Even a single bit.
For you gave me, What I most needed. You gave me back, Every inch of my happiness.
And you gave me, Not only yourself. But also, all the little peices, Of myself, That I lost.
