When I have no way to express my emotions
I turn to you,
Through you, I can speak my mind
Without a sequence
...
There is a black bomb-like object
I use it to make an effect
I scream it’s a bomb!
Mom takes it to her palm
...
Dance Dance
Moving along your body
I follow.
We touch we feel we hold we glide we grind
...
It is a circular window
It is a delicate window
It is a sensitive window
It is a deceiving window
...
Poetry
When I have no way to express my emotions
I turn to you,
Through you, I can speak my mind
Without a sequence
Or boundaries,
Capturing the moments of my life
In words on a blank paper.
I have learned about you,
Seen you,
And heard about you
But never have I thought
You will be a part of me
You, Poetry, are the one who lets me
Explain myself in a profound way