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Where are you, honey?
Are you here at the party?
I've been looking for you
I've searched all night
What shall I do?
You are nowhere in sight
I've forgotten the time
The me I used to be
My mind is tired
From all the thinking
My heart is tired
From all the aching
What happened?
Where have you gone?
You are nowhere to be found
I walk barefoot on the stones
In the darkness while
The wind bites at my bones
You are distracted
With all the talking
And you are distant
In the chaos of fine dining
And the cold on these streets
Is more bearable than what you are doing
I've been walking all night,
Heading nowhere, just pacing
It hurts more than you can imagine
I'm alone and I'm afraid,
If I was ever in your thoughts
You would have sensed the pain
Did you get lost in the party?
Or did you just lose me?
I don't want to know
What song is playing?
Tell me, are you drunk with wine?
Or are you just no longer mine?
You cannot see the hurt
You cause me
The lights have blinded you
You cannot hear me cry
The music is too loud
You are high and dry
Honey, how can people not realize
How can you not realize
When you are forgetting someone?
Perhaps, you do this of choice
When you are caught up with yourself
You can truly care about none
Wake up, honey
Its time to be sober,
For when you come to your senses
I may be nowhere to be found
Would you then wonder
How far I have gone?
I burn a flame for you in me
For so long, even now
But it’s too cold in your arms
What are we building?
If you are not planning
To come home
Goodbye honey, it’s late
But this I tell you
I do not believe in fate
What happens to us
We do to ourselves
When we refuse the universes' help
I hope for your sake
You will never know
The pain of wounds
That do not heal
When I give you my world
But you couldn't give me half your love
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Shireen
Being an Indian living in Malaysia, I am proud of the culture that envelops me. There is so much in me that reflects a different art of living and the fundamentals of just being caught up in moments.
I am grateful to God, to the universe, to my parents, grandparents and family for preserving the traditions in me. With a world racing to be modern and sophisticated, simplicity and culture is a fading treasure, eroding with the birth of new-found philosophy.
I do not believe I am any of the better writers. There are so many more talented people around me that I admire and I aspire to learn a lesson or two. I write, simply, so that the universe that inspires me will be better appreciated. I write so that the unique culture, values and rich tradition that I have inherited will at its very least be known to you.
We are all here for fleeting moments and there is so much to be done in such a short time. Too much to see, too many people to love.
I thank you for flipping through this page and taking the time to look at my poem. If it touched you in anyway, I am grateful in more ways than you can imagine.... Thank you everyone and I wish you well.
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