Poetry

This poetry has no title.

Scarred and creased
With pain and a little hope,
Your twinkle when the Sun falls,
And your smile makes me calm,
A little bit stronger too,
To hold onto you.

The concinnity lures me,
There are hidden doors
Locked somewhere labyrinth,
Hollow pieces scattered around,
I need to mould up again.

I’m scared to attend
What lies deep inside,
But I can’t see you in pain,
You cannot hide anymore,

It warms me down
When you hold onto me,
Give me hope when the
Darkness falls upon.

And when we hold hands,
the doors will shatter,
our skins be scarred
a smile will still tingle.

This is the last time I ask,
Am I the one with whom
you take path?
The friendship will last forever,
We can’t be broke,
nobody else matters.

~Krupali