What did you say
Why did you cry on that day
Why did you leave my hands
Why did you throw the friendship band
Why did the sun cry
Why did that love die
What did you say
On that day
You broke my way
Said let's be friends forever
Now you see me like a stranger
It hurts in a different flavour
Its all over
but would still do me a favor
Please don't see me like that
It hurts in a different flavour
I want the eyes that smiled at the sight
I want that friend who,
Who bought be candies
for me, She will even fight you
Got all like mindies
The friend who is sun bright
I want her back
Just smile dear friend
I am back on track
That would help the heart mend
This is a message that I forgot to send
Would you be back my friend
That would heal all my wound
I will take you all around
Let us sing songs and make sound
Please don't see me like that
It hurts in a different flavour
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman4 days ago in Poets
Smartystan
Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Chapters
Comments (3)
Let us sing songs and make sound! Great. Warm wishes
Wow, this is very powerful and dramatic. Love!
That’s a great poem!