Just like there's no smoke without fire
There's no tear unless a heart is broken
You ask me if everything's fine
And I tell you it's all superb
But if you were to travel through
As radio waves of my cell-phone
Penetrate the layers of my skin
Crawl up the arteries of my body
Reach the mesh of neurons
Called my brain
Managed to decipher the emotions
Stored there as chemical synapses
You'd know
It was all a lie.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
