Scarlett wings
You tell me that we are not made of pearls,
You tell me we are not made of diamonds and jewellery,
Gold is not the colour of our blood,
But we are made of dream and mistake,
We are made for survival,
That's why our vein are made from steel,
And that's explain why we breathe fire.
Even that,
You tell me sometimes..
You see my shoulder tremble from time to time,
How it shudder even when your touch are so soft and slow,
There's time,
You notice me sobbing in my sleep,
And you can't decipher a word,
Between each sentence you notice a quiver,
Following an apology.
And I tell you,
Aren't we're human after all?,
Even when our skin are pounded from bronze,
Nails resembling claws,
Our cry depicting love and lost,
Our heart are still made of the most fragile being,
Not use to be touch,
But rest assure in warming arms.
We're soldiers,
Rain drop and gunshot,
Sunshine and lifeless comrade,
Misty haze and tear-stained, gore-smothered letter,
At last I tell you,
We're human after all..
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Starry Night
PoetryMy poem of life. To me words excite and give soul to living around me. These poem spoke about the ups and downs in me. Hope you like it 💓.
