Let go and release,
Yourself from the feed.

They can no longer reach you
In a place you feel safe.

That's when you are freed,
That's when you finally see,
What you are meant to be.

Maybe just a whisper
Compared to vast mountains
They climb oh so high.

Maybe just a speck
Of glimmering light
Next to their spotlights.

It doesn't matter
How big or small

Just remember
Your heart.

Never give in
To the fall

Let go, and release
Yourself from
The feed

No longer haunted,
Let your spirit
Be freed

Just listen for a whisper,
A speck of glimmering light.

You are so beautiful that you compelled me to write
And so I wrote about you with my favourite pen
Every day.. I poured my soul out for you on the pages of my diary
The pages would beg me for mercy
But I just couldn't stop
I'd write about every facet of yours
I'd describe the magnificence of your beautiful soul
The incredible moon like beauty of your face
Your long black locks of magic
Your deep blue ocean eyes
Your ridiculously charming smile
I wrote about it all
And then one day the nib of my pen broke
And your memories and thoughts were left hanging in the ink
I could no longer capture them on the pages of my diary
I was so heartbroken and frustrated
I wanted to write about you so bad...
And so I tried with a new pen
But with a different pen...It just wasn't the same
The thoughts just refused to flow
My hands would tremble
I'd just keep staring at the pages
I miss those thoughts of you
I miss the emotions that I wanted to write about you
I miss capturing you through my words on the pages of my diary
My colourful diary is now an assortment of blank white pages
My diary which was once filled with life now has turned into a graveyard
I miss not being able to write about you

It does not matter so much whether your house is big or small...what matters is whether it's a home.

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.