In my melancholy
I hid the fright in my eyes
The wounds in my heart
Not giving away any emotion to show I care
I watch time slip you away from me softly
I run
I fly
I paddle faster across the waters to reach you
I try to be better than my best
Unsaid words are meaningless
I'm lost in my feelings
I was too late
You were gone
I was crushed
My heart shattered like broken glass
I tried to fix it but I keep hurting myself
My pains keeps growing cementing its root in my heart
The peace of grave silence engulfs me
Saline! she falls from my eyes slowly
Glossy and wet
My eyes cried the rain
I wailed thunder like I may never recover
The unspoken words are still with me
I imagined a perfect day to tell you
But tomorrow never came
If I had one wish
Then I'll tell you how much I ...
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Nice one bro. Unsaid words are meaning less so we pick up pen to ink doen our thought.
Nice poetry from a grate poet.
Come and teach me how to write poem ooooo
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Honestly one's period of melancholy churns out the best imageries when put on paper, this is total mastery and penning of such situation, beautiful rhythm to the poem too, it's so amazing @Dante31
This one is strong. A very strong piece. I hope it is not too biographical.
No fam. Just creative art here.
Thanks Joe
From the boss himself, feels like my mind was being expressed here.
Hey buddy... wow! You can relate to this. Hope you good gee
Very relatable. I'm good.