*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 I wrote this after midnight. I was exhausted, happy, and feeling weird. The good weird.
Anyway. I thought about trying out a new style. One would say 'it's barely good enough', but if you look at it that way, every poetry has it's charm. And poeyry aren't written to be good enough, not to me anyway.
A year back, I wrote in a note book which had 200 pages, and two daires, and I used to write because, writing felt good. Now, a couple of days back, I was rereading that note book and I realized that I'm improved lots.
I write poetry because I love to do so. And that feels beautiful.
This, by the way, Is a random poetry. Surprising, I know.
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Beautiful Desire, Coating my heart, Cracked, Beating, Growing.
Eyelashes soaked, With salty tears, Sparkling, Hinting stories, Flowing.
Scars visible, Burning, Aching, Upon pale hands, Shaking.
Eyes blinking, Dark, Deadly, Staring, Crying.
Arms crushed, From weight, Of secrets, Lacerating, Destroying.
