' I swear, I wasn't the poet before I met you or even after.
My world used to lie between the pages of reality and the petals of prose,
And you were that sight, which my intuitions forbid me to.
Yet my heart swayed toward you,
Like a leaf drifts toward the unknown place, unknowingly.
And there I got to know that I didn't belong to there.
My heart wrecked, my eyes blinked the tear and my lungs took the sigh of pain.
I stood there for a while, finding the meaning of this abyss.
And that's where I become a poetess & you become my poetry. '
- Grace Mark -
YOU ARE READING
Unheard
PoetryI guess, almost everyone has fallen in love, once in a while. Few get what they want while few still roam in the crowd of thousand, walking side by side of that one person who can't be theirs.
