It's the late night, and
Today again, I am unable to sleep.
Then, I remembered you.
I went to our secret place
filled with Hyacinths and Hydrangeas.
You feel like home to me
while I live in a house.
I want to spend my days and nights with you.
I will implant thousands of Hydrangea for you,
While you're busy at appreciating the beauty of Hyacinths.
But, these Hyacinths make me tired,
They are pretty but extremely painful.
These hydrangeas irritate me,
That I never want to look at them again.
This secret place has become a palace of my sorrows.
Sorry, I am not perfect dear,
And I need your soul to be around me.
The last memories we should have
is of each other's face,
and the first longings we should have is of one another' embrace.
We need an another field
where you and me lay side to side
with all the love suppressed within
Covered with "The purple butterfly".
----- Sanvi Saumya
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Sweet Sorrow
PoesiaA collection of poems by a messed up teen. 'Is it OKAY to not believe in yourself sometimes, Is it OKAY to doubt yourself sometimes, Is it OKAY to doubt your existence sometimes, Well, it's completely OKAY to 'NOT be OKAY' all the times'. ...
