Precious mess
If you think you are a mess
Then yes you are my friend,
You are a mess of many organs
With eyes so beautiful
To capture a billion galaxies ,
With a heart that shattered many times
But still lived,
With lips more beautiful than any flower
In this whole big world ,
You are coloured
in the colours of nature,
You might be white as snow
Or black as the night sky,
Or brown as the colour of the soil,
You are a precious mess
You are loved
Rare hearts
There are few rare hearts in this world
That don’t know
How to hate,
no matter how much they get hurt,
Or how much someone breaks them,
Save those hearts
Blame
Have you ever wondered ?
How you take a second to blame others
And eternity to accept your own mistakes
Delusion
It took a moment to destroy a dream
That I took a decade to weave,
And in the end ,
I realised It was all just a delusion
Stardust
Can you imagine that you are made of stardust,
Isn’t this a perfect reason
to love yourself,
That you are a part of something
That is so amazing ,
That you are a part
of this whole big universe
Presents
The little gifts that others gave you
Has a lot of memories inside them,
Because sometimes people don’t stay
In our lives forever but the things
they gave us are left behind,
With us with so many memories
Trapped inside them
Calm
Learn to be calm in every situation
Because problems will pass ,
But mental peace will be hard to recover
Fantasy
Sometimes when your heart feels restless
And vision gets blurry
Which feels like the end,
It’s the moment when you break free
From hell,
To enter a world of your choice
Where you are the majesty
And it your reign
About the Creator
Aamina tariq
a writer who is in love with goth and horror .
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You topic is one of the hardest things to do in the world. But there are great personalities. So I am happy. Nice poem.
Amazing set of poetry