when we grow old and withered
full of nothing but what-ifs and regrets
i hope sometimes you think of me
let my name sit on your lips
remember my shy smile
all because of my crooked teeth
flashing all for you shamelessly
blurry memories we can't longer keep.if you go and try to see me,
honey, it'd be a little to late
i won't tell you where to find me
I'm somewhere at peace resting in me.
i am everywhere-all parts of me are scattered
my eyes goes to the sun, watch it when it sets
tears in the river, becoming part of the sea
my skin to the ground, matching the color
and the air in my lungs to the trees.my voice to the wind
kisses to my mother
hands to hold my dear ones
lips to my old lovers
my youth is their's
my poems for the believer
when all turns to grey
body turns to ashes
words left unsaid and forgotten
remember that my heart is always yours.
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
شِعر•𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 [𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒\ˌən-ˈspō-kən\] 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. *** 𑁍𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝚌𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝒫...