You |Poetry

Be it sun, raindrops

Or a gloomy weather.

Bottled up pieces

Of my being that shattered

You never look back

And help me to gather.

Cause all these years it was you

Who all that mattered.

The roses, you sent.

Your poses, insane.

Drove me, that day.

Hidden, this pain.

The stars you promised.

Those nights, we saw it.

Tonight, I can’t see

For clouds, you bought me.

I’ve grown to be the shell

And hold in me all.

Laces of moments

That knit up as blue pearls.

And be the one trying

To bring you back here.

From one to eleven

I’ve never left ever.

To hear, your echoes

And make, you smile.

I run to you

If even, it’s a mile.