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    For a long time,
    I’ve been trapped in a rounded cell
    Where stillness is bearable.
    Breathing spaces,
    Inhaling emptiness.
    There was home, solitude.
    All the moulded thoughts
    From yesterdays’ broken silverwares
    Were feeding my core.

    Did I move?
    I found you there.

    Six days of havoc
    Against the spaces of my helm
    Then, I surrendered.
    Did I see it coming?
    I could,
    Yet, least I didn’t expect
    A nymph stealing my past
    And bringing drizzles of hope;
    Pouring over my laments,
    Washing away my burnt tears.
    You crashed and created me.
    You freed me, I fell for you.

    It didn’t take time to know you.
    It didn’t need word to tell you.
    It didn’t give chance to continue.
    All my desires to have you.
    How I ache to hold you.
    The silence and the gaps.
    Your smile and being simply you.
    And me, a soul unworthy.

    These spaces
    Are unbearable.

    Tagged: poetry spaces dots for her qaj

    Posted on October 15, 2011 with 38 notes

    Source: writtensilence

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