*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 was an unwritten poetry, Wrapped around my heart. Until I wrote it down. Now, it is, Only, Unheard.
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Where to hide this heart? Tangled with emotions, Such a pretty mess, if not, If less, confusing.
How to close these eyes? So eager to see, to feast, On the sight before me. But blinking, almost scared, Of how sight triggers thoughts, And mine always leave me in a trance, If not leave me too lost.
Where to hide my poetry? That my silence speaks, And those still and silent glances offer. That lingers on my skin, Only, hard to understand. Perhaps, because what I write about, Is far too beautiful, too enchanting.
How to stop these lips from forming a smile? For what I see, what I hear, Is quite pleasant, such bliss, That my lips ache to curl upwards, To feel the pleasure, of a pure smile.
Where to hide my thoughts? For they seem to leak into my thoughts, Linger on my lips, almost, Wrapped around me, if they can, If that is possible. For it feels so.
How to ignore desire? To paint thoughts, Write poetry through silence. To stare, and hear. And feel, though I feel already, Quite more than I have since a while.
Where to hide secrets? Held dear by this heart. It seems, like they'll pour out of me soon.
