Post #5196

I met a girl who was like the shameplant, Delicate to touch but pleasant to look at, As we together kept aside our past selves, And walked on the beach with the sunset. Her innocent eyes reflected secrets, That she kept with her as she grew, Little did I know, What she had went through. Her heart strings were like that of guitar, Waiting for someone who can strum it the right way, And fill colors in her life, That was once painted with grey. Being engaged in a conflict with my mind, My soul was stuck at one end, Leaving me all alone baffled, With a broken heart to mend. We both had bad past experiences, But we had a future ahead to secure, Of all those unseen & untouched wounds that ever existed, Love being a medicine to cure. Eventually she began to open up, As I handed over my tiny fragile pieces to her, On the pillar of trust that we had cemented, She gave her hands in mine with pleasure. #review#San#poetry