She wants him to listenThere’s never any timeHis walls create distanceShe’s losing her mindThe walls are quite sturdyHis actions are like iceHis reactions are unworthyHe’s not even niceHe’s very occupiedWith his job and his lifeAll she ever does is cryShe’s...
Love Poems
She whispered her nameJust the third time we metHer name in my memorySo firmly was set So why does my mindLeave me chasing my tailWhen searching and searchingComes to no avail. A decade ago,On our own sceptred isleWith a group of friendsWe...
I loved you like I have never loved beforeI gave my heartI gave you my soulYou threw me asideYou loved anotherI was destroyedNothing left to live forA light shined on meThe light said you are lovedThe light said I love...
I don't yet know what once opened and marked you forever,like kissing the glyphs of a lost languageso quietly trying to tell my lips something.The beautiful lines of a map,gliding across and inside your skin.Beyond that permanent border,my tongue trespasses lower, closer...
I’m in my corner but you haven’t sent me. It’s where I feel safe and hidden from those who don’t understand me. If you can’t find me you know I will be there. Sometimes you pull me out but other times you don't...
Kintsukuroi (n.) (v.phr.) "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken Warm hands slip over my bodyAs lips press gently onto my skinThe...
As a general ruleI entrust myself to no-oneNot in my entiretyJust piecesMomentsFractions of myselfNobody is ever paid in fullLest I be lost to one who hurts meWho brings back the pain and tormentThat tortured me so long in ages pastSo I...
I lose myself in youStrangersYour hands on meIn meTaking me to some other realmCleansingTaking away the hurtAlbeit just for a fleeting momentYou make me consider who I amRealise I find myself in meI take the fragments and reorganiseAdd them back...
It is always winter in my heartThe cold has is icy grasp on my soulI need to thaw but I find no shelter yetEndless walkingTired footsteps and a weary mindIt is always winter in my heartChilled tendrils of loneliness ease...
Waving at Trains
"What's not to love?"
My lady is so naivethat she still waves at trainswhenever they pass byjust hoping that the engineersmight seeand someday, perhaps, to make her daythey'll pull the whistleloudlyjust for her.Just for her.So shy is she in normal waysbut they're so far away,that...