By Harivarshine
There’s no room for heart-to-heart,
The change of tone fuels the flame;
The joyful conversation starts
But it never stays the same
They ask me what I like
My answer is not what they want
My heart can’t take the strike
But it’s hard to miss the subtle taunt;
The lonely times are a blessing,
My heartbeat doesn’t skyrocket
They can’t keep me guessing and
My words are not calculated;
In a group, I don’t have any control
I am whole when I’m on my own
I yearn for a listening soul
But still feel at peace alone;
Our lives are so intertwined
Escaping is not an option
I’m unable to leave this life behind
I wish it came with a caution;
I was given an empty canvas,
Shown all the colors
But the painting isn’t mine
I take the brush, there’s a hand on my own, and I hear a whisper,
“Oh darling, won’t you listen to the one who loves you?”
By Harivarshine
Very nice!
One of the best poems I've read
Brilliant choice of words..