sinners

what is this feeling

that creeps along my chest,

whenever I see you smile

takes away my breath,


dancing hues on your cheeks

your hands presses on mine,

like the sea blushes

when sky is painted wine,


flowers bloomed beneath my ribs

that was when I knew,

like sunflower to the sun

I always turned to you,


they call us sinners

for the feelings we lay,

I wonder if it would be fine

if we were born the other way,


I'm tired of hiding

the pretense of being friends,

denying a piece of me

for the sake of everyone else,


maybe we can commit this sin

if it promises us forever,

maybe the earth won't judge us

we can rest our bones together.

Comments

  1. Vanshika sharmaAugust 23, 2023 at 4:16 AM

    So beautifully expressed

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  2. LettuceAugust 23, 2023 at 7:33 AM

    ‘they call us sinners
    for the feelings we lay,
    I wonder if it would be fine
    if we were born the other way’ this para omgosh 🤌🧡

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  3. The Scorpion StingAugust 23, 2023 at 8:46 AM

    The poetess strikes my inner strings.....

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