Lately some hello's have been starting to feel like a sharper blade in the wrists than Goodbyes. Too many goodbyes not enough how are you's, how was your day, but rather I can't talk now, I'l talk to you back when the moon is full again, I know you understand..
A lot of I wish I would've, could have, should have's but not enough I am glad I did, straight to it, no regrets. Conversations are the number one difficulties I have before public speaking, how is it possible that your tongue can betray you in a split second, making you think that what you said was honest and innocent, when it really meant I desperately want you to save your goodbye, because I don't want to have to deal with those words for now, but I don't want to sound desperate. Conversations and encounters have there magical side. You feel this connection like you have known eachother for years when it's been only a few months. You let your guard down so easily, no hesitation, no overthinking about it. Are you not concerned about tomorrow? Because I am, I think about tomorrow, and the day after, and the week after, the year after.. Time is the only thing I have a solid grip on, because how can I rely on your words, if my tongue can betray me countless time, I am certain yours is no exception.
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For hundreds of years one of the most essential feature of a woman is her lips
A set of soft, rose colored, heaven touched that could make the most beautiful sound a man could ever hear Her voice may tremble between her throat but once a sound comes out of her mouth, It's a beautiful melody, one no one can compare to anything man made, earth made and hand made and everything made A woman is always honest, some of them choose to be a little less honest while others try to keep their mouth shut just so they don't pick up the 'wrong' kind of men again and get their heart broken, From moans to a do-re mi-fa-so.. and on and on, and on and on Silent rhythms and loud sound, so celestial She gets up in the morning and her day is not complete to start without her lipstick. Beautiful bright red colored paint on her lip, like a disguise to hide all of the lies she told herself last night. A disguise, hidden..Some nights she comes home and she's lonely. Her face might be glowing and her make up might have been smudged on her face because of the hard day she had, but her lips.. Always perfect, always pure.. always honest. She might not always have the right words or the sound you want to hear, but behind her lipstick is more than a woman you won't ever get to really know My thoughts and dedication goes out to you, wherever you may be wandering
After winter, the only thing any person could possibly look forward to is spring. When the ice and cold melts away and flowers start to bloom. No question about it, everything is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. I always look back on my list on the 7 things I should have said, but I always hold back. Like spring daisies, you always make me wait. I am not heartless, and my heart is something that I chose who I share it with, it has been absent however for some time now. Hearts are something like shirts, when you leave it at someone else's house it's not completely yours anymore, and by any chance it will always remain there. I called you many times to come over because I felt lonely, I wanted to share the night sky with someone who I did not share similar interests in, and that was sort of whatever. You opened your arms and kissed me with open an open mouth, and I wonder what are you feeling? what are the thoughts running through that brilliant mind of yours, do you know anything about the girl you are sharing your dna with? it's kind of funny. But as it is written somewhere in the world, just like summer romances, spring ends when the fun is all over, and the sharp sun rays of summer lights on the things you tried to hid from everyone else. The light coming through my curtain shines on the list of the 7 things I should have said but I never did. A list of should have beens, would have beens and could have beens that never saw the light of day. It's only 6 in the morning and soon the sun will set its place in the sky and I cannot wait another day to set my place in yours. from the bottom up, 7, I am the insecure type and its no secret how I show it, 6, is the number of hours of the maximum sleep I could get during the week because my thoughts keep me awake more than coffee ever can, 5, I'm starting to catch feelings, 4, as much as I try to avoid it, all my friends know who that for sure is for, 3, the list is getting shorter and and my voice is too. You're being so quiet lately, and it feels different. You came over and the night sky does not shine as bright as it did the first time you came 2, I'm not trying to make complains because I am happy sharing the same night sky as you. 1, Spring has just begun, but these feelings are taking over me I should not be selfish, but like good wine, I can't help that the 1 t thing I want deeply, I always will want more Like seasons, feelings and people are not forever, some will come back, but they will never come completely the same. I just hope if you ever read this poem, that your heart fills with tears. Maybe when you read this it will bring you back some memories of what I said Maybe it won't, doesn't matter.. what matters is that you will understand what it's like to break someone's heart and you will learn how big gravity really is. |
AuthorA collection of a few published poems and spoken words by Keyla. Feel free to go through any of them, feed back is always welcome. Archives
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