Your heart
was a forest
waiting to
be explored.
The first time
I landed on the
magical forest
my heart was stung
my eyes were wrapped in webs
I could look nothing but
a creature of charm in front of me.
The second time
I stepped my feet
on the branches
I woke a venom
poisoning my sanity,
blinding.
The third time
I met a tiger
with crawls so sharp
that it ripped my ego
I surrendered myself
waiting the tiger to
tear my soul
but no,
the roaring tiger was only
a loving cat in disguise.
The last time
I said hello
I saw a waterfall,
swam myself
into a water of mystery
not knowing if it could
cure the poison within me
or
kill me with no sign—
but I jumped anyway.
There goes the metaphors
of how I explored
an unknown heart
without knowing
it could kill my heart.
But now a forest
turns into a dessert
I could not come back
to where the hidden paradise lies
now I'm missing the journey
when the flowers in your heart blooms.
YOU ARE READING
Dusty Ink.
PoetryThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
