You say you love me
So why did you leave me?
Why to let me go?
You used to say I complete you
I'm the yin to your yang
My thumb caressing your cheek
Wiping the tears that leak
But what was leaking from the start
Apparently
Yet sadly
Was your love for me
Why can't you see
I'm drunk in love
You make me feel free
Hence this tattoo of a dove
On my hand got imprinted
'Cause you like birds
How carefree they can be
Flying in the azure skies
Were those also lies?
Tell me for heaven's sake
Where did I go wrong?
I even wrote you a song
My feelings turned into words
From the start I showed you my cards
Nothing was hidden
Cheating was forbidden
I drank your alluring scent
Got intoxicated with your beauty
The freckles on your tiny nose
Made me turn poetry into prose
Even the spaces between the lines
Bare some of my emotions
'Cause the lines weren't enough
Should I be ashamed writing such stuff?
Being a boy I should be manly
Or else others would think of me badly
But what I care about's just you
You you you
My head is a swamp of your blissful hue
You shine like the lady
My dreams are shaped after
Then why do I see you bursting out in laughter
When I tell you I'm not him
He hurt you
Note the he
Not me
I'm different please see that
Grant me this trust
I swear I won't break it
I'd give you my all
I'd fight it all
When I had you in my arms
That day trapped between me and the wall
I looked through your eyes
Penetrating to your soul
I asked you sincerely
Why don't you love me back
Scratch that
You did love me
But then left me
Your eyes casted down
You even smelt of him
It's when I've known
You weren't even worthy
You cheated
That's why the consciousness was beating you up
I tried to swallow the lump
In my throat it accumulated
From the smithereens of a broken heart
A girl other than you
From this love I'm granting would be flattered
But you are you
I should have known
Yet it's too late now
I'm left all alone
And my trust in the wind has been thrown
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The inner voice
PuisiA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
