i’ve been tRiPpIn’
aGaIn and aGaIn
not even suRe
when it sTaRtEd
or why it keeps hApPeNiNg.
14 DaYs…
i tElL mYsElF JuSt 14
like a number i hOlD oNtO
like my LiFe depEnds on it.
tHe hEaRt moves on its oWn, sTubBorn ,
it doesn’t lIsTeN
it never rEaLlY dOeS...
iT’s oBvIoUs nOw, at least, it sHoUlD bE, isn't it?
there’s enOugH
to understand…
i juSt don’T say it oUt lOuD.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
Comments (3)
Oh, wouldn't it be great if our hearts wouldn't keep dragging us back to where we still long to be..we speak it to our mind and our heart is over there in LaLa land. 💧 ❤️☀️✨
This hits real hard right now…great work.
This is phenomenal! I love the format of this poem.😊