The Book of Secrets
Updated: Aug 29
When you're happy don’t wait,
When you’re sad
And if the emptiness expand
Make it a melody in the space
So it can be so painfully beautiful
As the sadness
When you’re writing, tell about love
Because love poems will always be read.
Make a plastic beauty in each verse
So, when it leaks,
Let the bloody red be crimson as a pretty sunset painting.
Paint the void with a hot pink
And it will be seen on your behalf, while you hide.
When a huge knot suffocate your gut inside,
Vomit everything in form of public words for no one
And when someone asks you about the meaning
Just answer them:
I'm a poet.