Me & the hollowness in my aura, often chat about the Twinkling of your eyes with the stars;
[Let me tell you a secret, they're jealous, tbh]
My tongue spoke my mind, the cheeks & eyes ended up embarrassing me.
The most important thing about kissing you was soothing your soul through the bend of your lips.
You didn't say 'I like you' Because you wanted to hear it back, but to make sure I knew.
I was in love with the idea of holding you & saying all those unsaid soupy words,
My diary had anxiety sharing.
I've learnt to look people in their eyes and talk;
Thank you & don't show me your face again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem