Tag: poetry

Invisible, but sees everything

I keep seeing spirits in front of my eyes white wisps of smoke floating by why are these ghosts taking shelter in my mind? They do not belong here am I just turning into a ghost myself? No one sees me, no one knows am I invisible? Yes. Better luck next time finding you. I

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She decided on one thing, love

She had love entranced into every part of her being. her skin was woven with love her heart pumped love yet, she felt miserable. Her eyes captured the view outside, a melancholic painting. the gloomy weather, the dark trees. the silence coming from the still of life and besides the rustling of trees from the

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Love Burns Those Who Try

I deeply apologize that your fingertip’s burnt as you touch mine. I deeply apologize that you learn about pain but I’ve memorized it. For I myself, don’t know why my love burns those who try. If you want to connect with me, follow me here- Insta- pia.majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar New story at Wattpad- Will

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You just took off and walked away

Here’s a new poem, I wrote this while I was having my cold coffee and bf started to leave. Although he just left for work, l wrote the poem signifying the absence of your lover when you break up. Hurts a lot, sadly 😭🤧 Anyways, don’t worry guys, everything is okay 😍✌️ My iced coffee

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We both failed, together

Everything changed the year that we got married.And after that, we moved out to the suburbs.How young we were, how ignorant, how readyto think the only history was our own. A captive, hostage of your vicious anger.The facade of your caring baby blue eyesnow contorted with vicious cruelty.My once unbroken bodynow a mess of tangled

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Those Dabba Days

Remember those ‘dabba’ days when we used to share ours together without caring who thought what of us judging with their hungry eyes. Remember those ‘dabba’ days when the teacher turned his back on his we immediately started to gorge on food opening tiffins without thinking what was inside. Remember those ‘dabba’ days when my

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