Shreej k.c

I Miss You. - Poem by Shreej k.c

Sometimes I hate this wishy-washy
girl I share my room with.
Did I ever know her besides blithe aplomb
Oh! why can't she just mould her
unrequited reverence back to amour popre
dull love monologues into silent revulsion
her silent tears into a loud expulsion.
I guess that's how it is supposed to be.

Sometimes I tend to grow allergic to her
wet pillows are definitely hard to share.
But many a times I feel like placing
her palms over mine, keep tracing
though I can't read those lines
I know she certainly deserves more
more than the selfishness running
through their veins to the core.
I can't let her burn, burn like a cigarette
let them watch her ashes fall, relish smoke.
I need to save my girl in a whole
before she remains a butt beneath a sole.

Dear do you remember the last time
you watched your favourite show
listened to your favourite songs in a row
last time you nourished your hair grow
loved the loving, cared for the caring
I beg you come out of this abstract pause
Come let's dance again in slow, gather applause.
Don't you miss you? I do!

Topic(s) of this poem: miss you

Comments about I Miss You. by Shreej k.c

  • Rajnish Manga (12/2/2015 10:47:00 PM)

    It is indeed disappointing to see someone so dear to you lose interest in life so much so that we have to ask 'do you remember the last time...' type of things. Amazing! ! I quote:
    wet pillows are definitely hard to share.
    I know she certainly deserves more
    Don't you miss you? I do!
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    (12/4/2015 8:49:00 AM)

    Thank you very much for the lovely comment: -)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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