Somewhere along the lines,
I lost it
Went a little Astray,
Forgot it
Broke away from the path,
And wandered
Away from my first love,
Poetry.
I wrote but it was all,
blurred out
Filled with words that contained,
No heart sounds
And the tears that I poured,
On paper
Seemed to wander with lost,
Desire
But oh writing, it’s time-
To find you
Got to mend back the rails,
And track on
Bleed the words of my heart,
In rhythm
Pen and paper in hand-
I’ll make it.
This is a brilliant poem. More power to you π
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Thank you Akriti. And more power to ‘us’ π
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Beautiful!
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Thank you very much joy π
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And you’ve made it! π
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Hahaha, Thank you Lord! Thanks for reading this parvathy, I remember writing this, I think after a non writing spell.
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Aww, thank you very much for the reblog π
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