It's late, and I'm still thinking about you. I am addicted to you. "I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the eighth colour of my rainbow. The colour that's everywhere, Except inside the rainbow. She is my three A.M. The three A.M. pain I write about, … Continue reading Midnight.
So I tried something new in which I had to write the poetry in exactly a hundred words. Do read it and leave anything you'd like to say in the comments. "So, what does it feel like to be empty?" "Everyone is made of poetries, and to have that inside of you but no voice … Continue reading Empty hearts.
Ghosts do exist. I've faced a ghost. Everyone has. The first time she was haunted by one was when she fell in love. When he kissed her for the first time, her hands found his hair, but her thoughts could not find a reason to believe that he would stay. She opened her eyes mid-way, … Continue reading A necklace of hope.
Is it just me who's blind, Or did the world go blind too? I don't know where, or how to look for the answer, without my eyes. The wind can speak, And the leaves can gossip. The sun can giggle, And the clouds can cry. How has this remained a secret for so long? Every … Continue reading A new shade.
Hope and caution. "If only you knew how terrified I am." - Unknown I'm the pieces of a puzzle no one wants to solve. Not even me. Why would I when it will only make an abstract image that makes no sense? Why would I when I've been told time and time again by my … Continue reading Hope and caution.