What was your wish?
Category: Poetry
I prefer My old sweater over a fresh jacket An old book with darkened pages, Moulded with a “book scent” Over a new one. I prefer an old friend, To…
Even after the hurricane of sudden stab in the chest. I still do not wish to step towards the cage you’ve set up. Even though sometimes I miss it’s smell,…
My childishness is for the world to see So that they think less about me They don’t consider me important And to bring more joy To this depressed reality. But…
And I would like to break away From the chains of my past. But it took hold of me And mould me into my future. ~S.H.
And people who are Much wiser than me Are afraid of the young They replace And constantly take the place Of the old. But the truth is That the young…
When you picked me up, I became something else. It morphed and a part of me changed. And now that you put me down. I am grounded again. -S.H.