This love is driving him insane,His words struggle to explain.Maybe one day, he’ll have the chance to sayThat you are his Jane. Someday, he will return,To gift a garland of kisses for you to wear around your neck.His love is as disorganized as his mind,So blind to leave someone like you behind,Even when his heart…
You are the blue moon in my dark sky,emerging once in a while,preferring to vanish into thin airwithout saying goodbye. Your eyes are as white as snow,and when you smile,I see a cheerful glow,revitalizing a distressed lifewithout going under the knife. You liberated my mind from solitudewith your enchanted voice,which was nothing short ofa symphonic…
I might go hyper for one million stars in the sky, butI go crazy only for the moon. There is a difference.
You are a poem written by the petals of the moon.
Walking down to the battlefront,Bloodshot eyes and bruised skin.There lie my lifeless kins,With shattered dreamsAnd severed limbs. Dog tags identify our disfigured soldiers,Corpses pile up in body bags wheneverA nation tries to be a superpower. We are powerless pawns dying in the warzone,Our lives are always at stake, at a fascist’s command. We drown our…
My mind is crowded with ’90s tunes,My brain cells feel like dried-up prunes.When I woke up, it was 2:00,I was reminded of someone’s face—not new.I couldn’t recollect who,And even if I do,I’ll pretend it wasn’t you. Sleeping inside a nightmarish roomFelt like soaring through an afternoon with no moon.All I need is the cold showers…
Hey!Where are you?So many stars are searching for you. Oceans have felt the coldness of their depths without your presence. Flowers are withering—they miss their bedtime stories from their rebel girl. Even the black hole has witnessed voids since you left.Where did you go? Are you hiding behind the mountains?Are you lying beneath the horizon?Or…
On a bright Sunday morning,Waking up to sun-kissed flowersReminds me of your face every hour. My dawn begins with writing a song for youWhile sipping my favorite Tennessee booze.But it is hard to writeWhen life is filled with blues. I don’t know whyI can’t move on whenYou aren’t here,Even for a short while. So, I…
There is no better poem than youwhen it comes to mending a splintered heart like new.You are the dancing light,living on the verge of twilight.Your voice kept me alive every night,but now your silence cuts me deeper than a knife.I guess my soul was too ripe. I preferred to stay aloofwhen your face was all…
Love her like the way you love the moon at its different phases.