The morning fog drapes the hills in greyWith delicacy of crimson leavesThat drink the dayIn the heavenly perfume of,my favourite red roseWhere the stars and clouds collideBetween the velvet midnightThe stars I plead for wishesThat answered to meIn Fragile patterns of their delicacymy eyes could gaze for an eternityIn the world of mist and coloursI […]
There are lights outside my homeYet it’s dim inside my heartDecember flipped my life’s switchOnto the most terrific partLike someone blew the last candleIn my ribcageMarking all my woundsWith red ink onto my favourite pageI’ve tried to hide my lonelinessUnder reels and matching outfitsBut it leaks, and I drown in my own messLeaks Faster than
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I was 13, when I watched“ always” turn into “ almost”I was 14, when I realisedForever is a jokeI was 15, overthinking Bout things ,That never really happenedI was 16, Searching for woundsthat weren’t mineI was 17, when I apologisedFor simply existingI am 18, when I drown in guiltJust for the way I loveI don’t
Didn’t believe heaven exists in human formUntill i saw it liveOn days she forgot her own smileShe still assured that I thriveIf I could , id bottle up peaceAnd gift it to you as a perfumeEven when I broke a little everydayYou assured I don’t stop to bloomI wish happiness was available in shopsId walk
Would you see my tears?That slip through my smile?Like thieves in daylight?Would you see my tears?If I dressed them in moonlight?So they shine enough bright?And grief learns to hideWould you see the tears?That slide down my cheeksWould you see my tears?If they bled in ink instead of saltIf I poured them into the skyWould you
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Would you still love meIf my lips lost their crimsonAnd spoke like pale winterWould you still love meIf my hair got tangled in abandoned roadsWould you still love meIf my waist no longer curved like a question mark?Would you love meWhen acne makes it’s way to my skinWhen the world tells you I’m flawedWill you
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What an irony it isTo be a roseadored by the crowdAnd yet cry for the oneWho walks past youAs if you’re js a thornHe calls the stars in my eyes ordinaryAnd what even is beauty?If the one I crave forIs blind to itBut how do I bend someone’s eyesTo see something they refuse toBut I’ve
Hope visits like a debt collector,I can’t refuse to payBut hearts are built w doors not rootsAnd my fav lie is “ I will stay”As bad as I want to cry it outMy heart js somehow forgot to shoutI wish the sky borrows my painAnd lets it fall as the evening rainchew my screamsBefore they’d
100 doubts, 100 drafts, wondered if my words were ever good enough. words have always been my safe place when the world felt a little too heavy. i am beyond thrilled to share with you all that my first book is finally out ,from scribbling unfinished poems on my notebook pages to holding my first
DO I CARE TOO MUCH? You drink my love from my soulAnd complain I feel too much?My veins drip love,So much that it drowns meIn the flood of my own painCuz I’ve given so muchThat I forget where I endAnd where they beginI’ve poured in oceansInto people who wouldn’tHand me a glass of waterI wish
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