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Poems have known better

 


Feelings? She never understood the word 
She was all about facts and logic
She believed emotions were absurd
By never accepting her own 
She swallowed hard and suppressed
Even though deep down 
She was way beyond depressed 
 
Such were her ways
Of getting through hard days
Until one dark night
She met someone,
a ray of light 
 
In her night sky with no moon
He brought the sun and made it a bright noon
He saw right through and knew a fix
Said,"Fear not, you'll get through this"

Poems of hope and joy he wrote
In the process of which he made a boat
Kept her on it
Where in his heart it would float

Those poetry hours spent 
That optimistic scent
Of words so joyful
And everything they meant

Touched her soul
She recovered soon
A new girl, as a whole
She now saw the noon 
 
The one who drove away the night, she forgot
Once in a while, he'd be just another thought
 
He says he's unaffected
He says everything's great 
His books grin slightly
His words smile subtly
 
For they've known a lot
And far too well
How while making hers heaven
He made his life hell
 
He hasn't stopped writing, yes
But his hidden poems have seen
Just how depressed
How broken, he had also been
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  1. Aanshi Loladia26 October 2021 at 20:13

    Woah it's deep but beautifully written and an amazing thought !! :)

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    1. Palavi Karnik26 October 2021 at 20:56

      Thanks a lot Aanshi!
      Thank you for reading, and leaving your feedback!

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  2. Rheemy26 October 2021 at 20:41

    This is so nice! Well Done Palavi!Keep it up😀

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    1. Palavi Karnik26 October 2021 at 20:57

      Thank you Rheemy :) Keep reading!!
      and thanks for letting me know your views on it!

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