Anesthesia

When pain is unbearable,
And you feel so miserable,
You wanted to numb everything,
To end the weeping and suffering.

What Is It like?

What is it like to have someone you can confide,
To have someone when you just wanna hide,
To have someone who’ll just hug you,
Whenever you’re lonely or blue.

What is it like to have someone who’ll sew
Your torn dresses if you dont know how to?
To tuck you in for goodnight in bed,
To offer a shoulder when tears have shed.

What is it like?
Cause I forgotten how it feels like;
To have a mother that cares,
When all seems so hard to bear.

Out of Energy

I feel out of energy;
Lonely and saddened,
Like a dead on a coffin.

Goodnight

T’was supposed my goodnight sleep,
But the thought of you,
Makes these two eyes skip a blink.

 

Forget You

She could have fun without you,
Live the best of life,
Stop writing and forget you.

 

Exhausted

I’m on the verge of giving up,
In writing this kind of stuff,
You’ll never read this anyway,
Might as well burn or throw away.

My hands, in writing were never tired,
With words, my mind feels so alive,
It’s been a year since I long started,
But this heart of mine feels kinda exhausted,

But at least, I’ve tried…
Cause it’s about you I wanna write.

 

Dance

It’s your dance that makes me cringe,
Makes me laugh with tears,
Oh! Imaginary beats.

 

Crush

You and your splendid eyes,
And your pretty little crooked smile,
Plunged me to the void of uncertainty,
Drowns myself as I fall voluntarily.

Collecting flowers with various of hues,
And writing poems as I think of you,
Your playful smile, its stuck on my mind,
Oh! This little crush I have for you.

 

Beautiful

You joked me once that I’m beautiful,
So my heart fluttered like a fool,
Believing to what I’ve heard from you,
But darling, I know you don’t have a clue

That with you around I’ve been so frail,
To your every words, I set my sail,
With your every smile I thought was mine,
So here I am, in poems I whine.

I’ve been so blind by the light you emit,
Puts me in tranquil til I lost my wit,
With your every words, my heart is full,
Ever since you called me beautiful.

 

 

Agony

T’is an Agony,
To see you laughing with her
With that smile so rare