I am in my early 20s and I have been writing poems for a couple of years now.
Ran towards roof again With liquid tinged at corner of eyes Tired of faking that fucking smile Which of course was authentic
By Riju Chaulagaiabout a year ago in Poets
It’s hard to search for words When it’s your turn to be written about Not enough letters there To interpret my emotions for you
Your erect posture Beside me Gazing my eyes persistently Or perhaps imagining the shape of my lip Your eyes could stipulate it,
as the oaks stand tall, rooted and strong so do i in this journey lifelong like crowns of saplings try reaching the sky
Grabbing seats at the corner of the café Facing each other Halfway natural smile of yours Flustering my interiors
Huge unpigmented space there I am, on my feet exactly at the center elevated my mind up to the sky questioning the color existence
gazing out the window at midnight the endless sky, comforting safe and cold darkness running in the veins
Perhaps she got lost very deeply Into the abyss of pretending- Which she suppose is an art, That’s into all of us
for now let’s just stare at the sky we’re under and count the stars let’s just smile through the texts let the silence take over
I think I made you up inside my head Like a Disney prince you came my way Your name being my favorite word to say
Because I was unripe, I couldn’t sense your eyes communication your echoed laugh in making fun of me always taking your insults in a nice way
distinct patterns I see after closing my eyes Sometimes, they dissolve among themselves maybe they're making love
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