There's an ocean in my chest,
A shore, that I am willingly drowning in
It’s the denial.

Denial, to the delusion of not falling again
Denial, to drown in those hazelnut eyes
Denial to enjoy that cheery blossom waking in spring
When he gently smiles
Denial of that spark, I see lightning in me again
Denial, of anticipation to that buzz of a soft chime
Denial, to the wandering eyes of mine
Yearning for the denied presence,
Denial of the silent poems inside me,
Which flows from me now
Denial of this poem, which shows the stirrings of my heart
Cause there is no denying that I may be hurt and shattered
Like in the past……