Page 19 - The Unseen Language of the Heart

THOUGHTS OF YOU

@syazwani14cats

To the girl who keeps my heart,

Tucked in a handkerchief inside her jeans pocket,

I’d say you’re an exquisite painting that never quite stays the same,

Every day I’d be the painter who can’t keep up with the paintbrush in

hand.

To the girl who says I’m hers,

You tell me you’re sometimes not too pretty on some days,

That you’d rather hide your face when we cross in the corridors,

But there’s never quite a person like you whose laughter is so rich with her

soul.

.

To the girl I have to say that I’m leaving,

This was never planned, it is something I can’t stop,

I’m not good enough for you because I can’t grow from the light coming

from you,

I think it’s time we stop with our pretenses,

To stop the diamond tears coming from your eyes,

Letting you go and finally breathing.