That sultry day in a
quite sudden way—
I found myself in the pit
of your uncertain affection
in my genuine confession.
I was totally a fragile
leprechaun that once
caught can reveal something
hidden that only one or two
can see—you did caught
my heart and soul but sad to
say I haven't caught yours.
But why did you give me
a bunch of scented lei
herein were your bundles of
smile, gentle touch and those
nestling concerns knowing that
I'm so pristine and easily broken.
You planted a hoping seed
in me, gave it sunlight and
watered it but as it grew, only
then I realized that I was meant
to be cut down, left wilted and
broken just because you're too
scared to be my trunk.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
