Poetry by Mich
Sulk!
Say it.
Don’t keep it.
What have I done?
Control not yourself,
Loosen up, don’t restraint.
I can’t read between the lines.
Tell me it’s breaking my heart;
I know I am damn, I am hurt too.
We’re dying, this air, this space, killing us.
P.S
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Day 10 prompt: Air by Rayvon Owen
I saw you from a distance
I recognized you in an instance
Remembered years back
When I met you
“Next please”
I was inattentive, I was distracted
You were busy bustling, you were out engaging.
Perfect strangers back then we were,
’till we perfectly fell hard for each other.
Day 8 prompt: Perfect strangers by Jonas Blue in response to the NovemberNotes Challenge hosted by Sarah Doughty of Heartstrings Eulogy and Rosema of A Reading Writer
Day 7 prompt: Yellow by Cold Play
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by SarahDoughty of Heartstring’s Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer
I see you, baby,
In cold summer day
Wondering how to get you
I melted like a dew.
The sun shone brightly
On your skin, oh so lovely
Remembering how it flickers
In the meadow with my sneakers.
I wish I could tell you
Your beauty is a few
Every man will have fun
To stay with you in the sun…
“Its cold summer day, baby”
Unspoken words,
I heard for the first time
Twas scornfully fair
Yet romantically dear.
Uncleared intentions,
I resolved this moment.
So spitefully adoring
But clearly confusing.
Unfelt fondness,
Relished by now.
How painstakingly fragile
And affectionately frail.
You hurt me. You broke me.
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