You smear your Unfinished poetry Written with ink Dipped in melancholy Across your cheeks Thinking loneliness Would look Good on you- All I can do Is write In between the lines With ink Tinged with hope And pray That you’d Let me be The end … Continue reading Unfinished poetry.
I see poetry
Everywhere I go-
In your lonely eyes
And
The haunted songs
The sad trees
In your garden
Sing.
You can’t
Marry loneliness
And wonder why
Happiness won’t fall
In love with you.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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Your absence
Wraps
Its icy fingers
Around my soul,
Squeezing
The poetry
Out of me.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
P.S. Sorry for disappearing. I have too many exams. *sigh* You know how it is, right?
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Your laughter
Presses against me
And bubbles
Out of
My mouth
And,
I marvel
At how much
You taste
Like my
Poetry
Come alive.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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