The winds blow and our words flow. Our hearts beat and the birds tweet. It is mystical indeed, how hearts meet, And how we run into new souls as the days unfold.
By waqar jameel3 years ago in Poets
The more you experience it, The more you know what life means. When the aroma of the coffee goes perfectly with toast, it is life.
I saw your face, it shone so bright I felt your love, that you brought to life. But I also saw the pain, Hidden inside your eyes.
It's noon the winds are whirling clouds are about to shade a storm I stare into the mirror such a fortunate Chrome of pain I weenie,
I see through your fake smile, I see light dimming in your eyes, I see it all through your mind. Your hands touch me with hate,
Sunflowers are always in pursuit of the sun, Yearning to absorb its light, After dusk they wait eagerly, Praying there is a demise to this night,
On the corner of the busy street Hiding the sorrows behind a rigid face A trembling hand begs Begs for attention to earn a single cent
She is my precious pancake, She is a cheesy cheesecake, She is the one who owns my heartbeat. She is music to me, She is a sight to see,
I closed my eyes when your nose touched mine. I couldn't feel a thing, like I was paralysed. That warmth of your lips
He always looked after her. Not that she knew. He never considered that he had to ask permission to watch over her. He knew his place. She was a creature who lived in the bright places. While he was the one who lived under the shades.
Hold me tighter, Don't let go. I need you now, More than you'll ever know. Don't hug me, Hug my heart. So you'll always hold me,
Only the broken could fix the broken, For only they know where the missing pieces fell. She gave her vision to the little homelese girl---