One day,
I'll whisper all my secrets;
all those unspoken wishes etched on the creased edges of my heart,
those lost in the depths of my skin
& and &
those little daydreams that blurs my vision
into
a
glass jar.
Oh, he thinks
I am silly.
The whole starry universe can say
I am silly.
That I am a fool.
But that's
fine,
sweet-hearts.
I'll lock it away, write a note on the side.
Let it be slightly yellowed and creased with time.
Just a ***** of a reminder
of
what
tick-tocks
can do.
Here lies something so very powerful in your hands.
An alchemy of messy hope entangled with rhapsodic notes of my soul.
Now, what you do next is to be
reckless.
Daring.
I want you to b r e a k this glass.
Let happy sighs escapes those parted lips.
Make another laugh line; one that creases your cheek and eyes.
Fill your lungs with the sweet, sweet balmy air.
Let what you promised with half-drawn infinity signs be filled,
now what dances on infinity will never lose its way.
Speak the words you have been wishing to say.
In between the cracking of glass shards, let the sweetness of the daydream meld *wildly.
I cannot quite believe it!
I have reached a 100 & two lovely readers.
To those wonderful readers who have read my poems right from the beginning, to the lovely ones that read it on the odd Monday or to the people who are reading this for the first time.
Thank you,
there is always something inherently special to transcend emotion through words to another person.
Perhaps, it's like a little letter of emotion with their name tagged on it.
So, here is another one,
To: *insert your name here*, Glass-dream
x
Let's make Friday flipping amazing.
Go! Go! Go!
Much love,
A'manda
Your love, support and kind words makes this girl get dizzy from excitement and happiness.
x