Your love
Is not
an item I can see
Your love
Is not
an aroma I can smell
Your love
Is not
a material I can touch
But to me
Your love
Feels more real
Than the butterfly I can see
To me
Your love
Feels more real
Than the perfume I can smell
To me
Your love
Feels more real
Than the feather I can touch
#review #everyone #meg
Is not
an item I can see
Your love
Is not
an aroma I can smell
Your love
Is not
a material I can touch
But to me
Your love
Feels more real
Than the butterfly I can see
To me
Your love
Feels more real
Than the perfume I can smell
To me
Your love
Feels more real
Than the feather I can touch
#review #everyone #meg
#everyone #review
#poem
Everytime I watch your favourite TV show,
I see you in the protagonist
Looking right at me,
Explaining your past decisions.
I see you in Klaus Mikaelson
I see you in Chandler Bing
How can you be two such people
Two ends that cannot meet?
I may not identify my phone
As a means to reach you anymore
But you are wrong if you think
I've erased the last of you from my mind
Because everytime I sit up past bedtime,
Staring into my notes
I hear your voice
"Meghana, you can study tomorrow, go to sleep."
Because everytime I sulk over a failed interview,
Staring into the darkness
I hear your voice
"Meghana, someday, you'll hit it."
Because everytime I come up with a lame joke
I think about how much you would've loved it.
And everytime I give someone a comeback
I think about how much you would've laughed at it.
So no, I did not erase you.
In fact the very reason I stay sane
Is that I didn't.
#meg
#poem
Everytime I watch your favourite TV show,
I see you in the protagonist
Looking right at me,
Explaining your past decisions.
I see you in Klaus Mikaelson
I see you in Chandler Bing
How can you be two such people
Two ends that cannot meet?
I may not identify my phone
As a means to reach you anymore
But you are wrong if you think
I've erased the last of you from my mind
Because everytime I sit up past bedtime,
Staring into my notes
I hear your voice
"Meghana, you can study tomorrow, go to sleep."
Because everytime I sulk over a failed interview,
Staring into the darkness
I hear your voice
"Meghana, someday, you'll hit it."
Because everytime I come up with a lame joke
I think about how much you would've loved it.
And everytime I give someone a comeback
I think about how much you would've laughed at it.
So no, I did not erase you.
In fact the very reason I stay sane
Is that I didn't.
#meg
#everyone #review
#poem
Some friends used to call me
Destroyer
They meant it for fun
"No offense, Hun"
Can't blame them to see
My hands were never free -
A pen, a pencil, or a broken phone case
Fiddling with something always
But today I think
I gave myself a fright
That maybe they were right
Perhaps it is true,
And far from new
That with my touch
Gold turns into mulch
That my words
Do more harm than swords
That my sentences
Build between us fences
Perhaps it is true.
Will I destroy you too?
#meg
#poem
Some friends used to call me
Destroyer
They meant it for fun
"No offense, Hun"
Can't blame them to see
My hands were never free -
A pen, a pencil, or a broken phone case
Fiddling with something always
But today I think
I gave myself a fright
That maybe they were right
Perhaps it is true,
And far from new
That with my touch
Gold turns into mulch
That my words
Do more harm than swords
That my sentences
Build between us fences
Perhaps it is true.
Will I destroy you too?
#meg
#everyone #review
#poem
Little Bernadette
had a shiny mirror
she spent all-day
looking into it
she frowned at her scars
but the mirror called them beautiful
Smile, it said
you're beautiful as you are
one day the mirror fell
oh, and poor Bernadette
cried at the sight
of it broken into pieces
she picked up the pieces
the glass hurting her skin
and then she gasped
for in every single piece
she could see herself
there were a dozen different mirrors
telling her to Smile
#meg
#poem
Little Bernadette
had a shiny mirror
she spent all-day
looking into it
she frowned at her scars
but the mirror called them beautiful
Smile, it said
you're beautiful as you are
one day the mirror fell
oh, and poor Bernadette
cried at the sight
of it broken into pieces
she picked up the pieces
the glass hurting her skin
and then she gasped
for in every single piece
she could see herself
there were a dozen different mirrors
telling her to Smile
#meg