She

Belong

I guess I never belonged to any one place,

But I did belong,

To music, where I lost myself to rhythms and my imagination danced on tiptoes;

To nights, till dawn broke and my thoughts curled up to rest in comfort;

To burdens, that are now weightless due to the timeless hours that starved them.

I guess I never belonged to any one place.

She

What Meets the Eyes

She blended effortlessly in new surroundings, like smoke bends to the slightest wind;

but the breeze always carried her scent so that she was never lost.

 

Though she drew her own boundaries, she was never trapped;

her wings made sure they weren’t her limitations.

 

When her lips curved into a smile, it was contagious enough to make her sorrows laugh.

Glamorous enough to be noticed, she wished to be seen beyond what eyes could see.

She

Piece of You.

You’re not the red on your forehead or your palms

but the red that you bleed but no one sees.

You’re not the black mascara that you put on your eyes,

but the smoky eyes gifted by your sleepless nights.

You’re not a noise in the crowd,

but the sound that resonates in people’s minds.

You’re not a glitter in the sky,

you’re the north star that has always guided you.

You’re not a mere fantasy,

you’re the thought that sparks imagination.

You’re not just a part of someone’s life,

You are the complete piece of You.