"The Mind Writes to The Heart"
The moon watches over me today,
As I write a letter to you;
She seemed to notice I needed her
To guide me on what to do.
My mind reeks of confusion--
Its narrow sticky webs rottened what's mine,
Though it may not have been too obvious;
I did not give away the signs.
This time she sent the wind to speak,
To help me with my blind demands,
Hoping it'll keep me solace,
From the day my life began.
To you I have hidden too many not one--
Of paradoxes and ironies before;
In order to blind myself of love,
And feel happiness once more.
I, the mind, fed happiness to you--
My heart, my life, my soul;
If it was not for me,
You'd be a living ghoul.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2015.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
