Breathe
In-out
In-out
In the morning
Sometimes it’s just
Too hard to breathe
Your porcelain skin
Hovers
Not two inches away
And I can’t reach out to
Touch it
Touch you
In the nonexistence
I run
But I can't elude
That everything you mean to me
Is always meant to be
Everything
12 comments:
good to see you maha...
perhaps it is meant to be...smiles.
hi again, i deleted my comment because of a typo as it is so very important to express my reaction to your poem clearly...thank you for writing such a sensitive and honest poem...i've been in the nonexistence,too and i hung on your every word...your poem was beautifully written and touched my heart to its core...thank you for this one...
Nonexistence and reaching out for that which may or may not really be just 2 inches away. This left me feeling hopeful, but sad.
Lovely words!
Nonexistence and reaching out for that which may or may not really be just 2 inches away. This left me feeling hopeful, but sad.
Lovely words!
This is haunting, quite haunting :(
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/12/in-search-of-jasmine/
Your words are as lovely as ever.
Awww sweetie it's so glad to see that you are OK.
You still write beautifully...G
quite ghostly!
Sad undertone, but very nicely written.
yeah - good to see you - and a beautiful poem as well maha
You remind me so much of myself: the picture in your profile, your way of writing, even the blog template lol.
I love your writings, they are so meaningful and deep, yet very simplistic.
Would you ever be interested in contributing in a magazine project for art that I'm working on? If yes please contact me (: I'd really love to have you as part of my team.
Nema.
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