Inside each and everyone of us,
We have a heart.
It directs everything;
From the blood flow of our body,
To the feelings of grief or love.
Its the prime organ.
But,
I don't listen to my heart.
For it speaks the truth.
It speaks what I hide;
It speaks what I fear.
What if it talked now?
What would it say?
For once I want to let it speak.
Let people know what I really feel.
How I just sometimes wish to be dead.
Sometimes how I wish people would understand me better,
Instead of passing comments without knowing me.
Sometimes, I just wish,
That I could erase the drawing of my life,
And restart it again from a blank fresh page.
Sometimes I just wish to be a toddler.
No worries, no problems just playing all day.
Sometimes I wish there was indeed someone to hold me,
As I cried myself to sleep.
And sometimes I wish,
That I could overcome the fear
Of not being loved or
Not being valued.
I just wish.
But I won't say that all;
Nor will I let my heart speak for me.
I will just sulk,
In my own silence.
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A Bouquet Of Golden Roses
PoetryA Bouquet of Golden Roses is my first collection of poems. At first the name "A Bouquet of Golden Roses" might sound weird as a title but it is symbolic. A Bouquet represents Collection and Golden Roses means the poems. Some poems of the collection...
