I was recovering,
But today I collapsed inward,
Light building inside of me,
Until I could not contain it,
I was not made to hold this,
Only to shrink,
To consume,
Addiction a supernova,
Eventually a black hole,
Yet here,
In the middle of it,
I feel only the warmth.

Emptiness prevailing all over us
Like a giant raven.
With Black big wings, hovering over the nation.
Then I see up at the sky,
I wish clouds to give a loud cry.
With all those tears falling,
They Make raven vanish and take back darkness and all in.

The earthquake wove ripples of terror in the minds of my Pompeii...
Trembling I looked towards the great Vesuvius of my emotions still offering me a hint of the bad days to come...

Yet I chose to belittle... And went on bottling my concern within the four walls of the city of my mind...

So one fine day... When I saw a layman hitting stones to see a spark...

The Vesuvius of my emotions erupted... Without a warn
And engulfed my Pompeii in a great ocean of long suppressed lava leaving only in some places a hint of some hardened souls...

...

Thus... The regret of catching the hint of Vesuvius about the unexpected exodus of my emotions... Only remained a prisoner of the past!

You are the kind of guy, that seems to only exist in books, a hand out to be held with a bouquet of mixed roses, red, peach and pink like the colours that dust my cheeks when you whisper to me.

Your eyes are like fresh leaves in spring a deep emerald that glimmers in soft sunlight when hit in early afternoon, accompanying a smile as wide as niagra falls that may play across your lips when we sing along to our favourite song in those wonderful years to come.

Your the kind of guy any girl would swoon for, yet you chose me and im happy to be that girl.

No one knows I'm scared
Just hiding behind my mask
So nobody sees

I heartily say thank you to my mother...
Who gave me surprise gift of hello poetry...
My soul is so much happy today...
I want to express it in my 1st poetry...
Thank you my dear mother...

I left my poetry...
And deleted my account...
Due to my aim...
But poetry is my passion...
I don't live happy without it...
I cried loudly after deleting my account...
But my mother couldn't see to me depressed...
So, she gave my surprise gift of hello poetry...