Like a tide that touches the sand
A minute to reach , a minute to leave,
I touched the river banks to your soul
Burnt myself , Left in spree.
I loved you too much
But a lonely heart could hurt with love
So I tried to rid it
Slowly pulling the bricks out
Replacing it with hollow mazes
But the structure made , too complex to break,
A divine rush with every look,
I put those bricks back and tried,
Tried to break free out of my reality
And soon found it was not to be
Now , I am done
Tried every way from every breath.
I grow more tired as you take down my bricks
And replace it with hatred;
I am left a broken mirror
Too cracked to show your beauty
YOU ARE READING
Pixels
PoetrySomewhere in the deep dark that resides in me - there exists a part of me that yearns to let it's feelings out. And what lets out ones feelings better than poetry? So here I have a few poems that I have written and consider worthy enough to the eyes...
