Breathe
In-out
In-out
In the morning
Sometimes it’s just
Too hard to breathe
Your porcelain skin
Hovers
Not two inches away
And I can’t reach out to
Touch it
Touch you
In the nonexistence
I run
But I can't elude
That everything you mean to me
Is always meant to be
Everything
good to see you maha...
ReplyDeleteperhaps it is meant to be...smiles.
hi again, i deleted my comment because of a typo as it is so very important to express my reaction to your poem clearly...thank you for writing such a sensitive and honest poem...i've been in the nonexistence,too and i hung on your every word...your poem was beautifully written and touched my heart to its core...thank you for this one...
ReplyDeleteNonexistence and reaching out for that which may or may not really be just 2 inches away. This left me feeling hopeful, but sad.
ReplyDeleteLovely words!
Nonexistence and reaching out for that which may or may not really be just 2 inches away. This left me feeling hopeful, but sad.
ReplyDeleteLovely words!
This is haunting, quite haunting :(
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Your words are as lovely as ever.
ReplyDeleteAwww sweetie it's so glad to see that you are OK.
ReplyDeleteYou still write beautifully...G
quite ghostly!
ReplyDeleteSad undertone, but very nicely written.
ReplyDeleteyeah - good to see you - and a beautiful poem as well maha
ReplyDeleteYou remind me so much of myself: the picture in your profile, your way of writing, even the blog template lol.
ReplyDeleteI love your writings, they are so meaningful and deep, yet very simplistic.
Would you ever be interested in contributing in a magazine project for art that I'm working on? If yes please contact me (: I'd really love to have you as part of my team.
Nema.