Unaddressed Letters
СтатистикаUnspoken words carry the most beauty and the pain too ! So I'll be sharing all my unsaid words here .. Please ask for permission while sharing my writings and provide proper credits. ~ @logomonaic
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So many footsteps around me, And somehow I'm still waiting for yours
I've been knocking the doors Of an abandoned home, In hope to find love, an abode
It wasn't very wise, To hurt in same way twice.
Dream or Truth? I woke up from a dream today, The one all black and white, But the world had left those colours behind, It possessed the hues in which the sun cracked. I realised dawn had settled in the day, While the greens began to sing, And the blue drifted swiftly along, As yellow marched over pink, red and orange spring. But the faces around me looked pale, Wrapped in colours dull and frayed, Greys and beige, with lavender traces, Pulled them deep into their haze. They smelled like smoke in the breeze, A cloud so scary and huge, And then I heard the alarm ring, As I woke up in the white room.
I wrote a line today, As simple as it could be, Some saw the beauty in it, Some called me an AI beast. But that wasn't the purpose of it, I was just trying to find me, When realisation finally settled, The purpose was just to be.
Isn't life in itself poetry, Carrying beauty at its sleeve, You only know if you're willing to perceive.
I held a river in my soul today, It's patience like dusk settling, And it's fierceness like a storm.
It's lonely here, Being at the giving part of the rope
Waiting for a piece of mine to be found in someone else’s page
But we're busy hating the human in our being
You could watch me bloom, But will you stay as I fade?
I could write you a verse, If you have time to spare?
You wanted me to be clear, So I became like water, Now you don't like the reflection, It wasn't me that left you bothered.
But you stayed only to seek
When death holds me in its arms, I'd be a shadow returning home .
She thinks she's hard to remember , While being the lavender hue in sunsets.
I saved the tiny bits of my heart for you, You left them to burn, like morning dew.
Like a broken clock, I still hold on to the moment, Close to my heart, beating
Your embrace still keeps me safe
You make my scars burn