@unrevealed_me us post ko court s justice mil gyi h _____________________________________________ Melancholic aura of mine , steamed in the pages of my old diary, dust and my tears mixing creating a crisp despondency in the zephyr of nostalgia.
Flickering candles of hope Burned my hands as I touched them Absorbing my painful tears They twinged my orbs badly My teeth bruising the softness Of my crisp levrès (lips) Crushed down brutally Like pieces of broken mirror Skipping the pages of my mind's diary I looked out from the window of dreams Decorated the wall of my sleepless, Lonely, dark nights with tears A question popped up in my mind "The zephyr to the tiny sparkling stars The glimpse of past to the near future HATES YOU , LOATHES YOUR EXISTENCE Are you worthy of LIVING?"
The ODOUR of blood rushing through my veins hits my nostrils. "FLICKERING THOUGHTS, steamed in the pot of SHACKLED DREAMS, they cooked up my life with many bitter dishes named as JEALOUSY AND BETRAYAL".
The question about my unworthy existence . I ask many times to myself . Someone's harsh and hurtful words break me down each time.
"You were a deep POESY for me . I try to read and understand you . But now I'm tired. I changed your words, syllables and metaphors. I created another POESY. Easy to understand. She is pure, Beautiful. No bruises. But as I observe you my eyes get disgusted by your appearance. You are an old POESY for me now. I don't have time to understand why the writer wrote YOU ".
YES, my existence doesn't matter I totally agree I'm not worthy To unpack the small gifts Of this fruitful life Maybe his words were true An old & meaningless POESY I'm With empty words, rusty pages Me, an average looking girl Is nothing in front of SHE white as snow, dark black hair I still remember, he loved my eyes Every time he praise them The fool me think I'm worthy I blush hard tinting my cheeks rouge Giving him the chance to think That yes, this girl is totally DUMB I'm happy , he is away & safe from me A tear of glee freed from my cils The pain of love, broken trust , nostalgia Creeping the desert of my bruised HEART .
Painting my heart with the nail polish of nostalgia. Cracking my thoughts to give scars to the barren land of my LIFE.