Be My Poem

Be my poem,
I’ll write you in my favourite colours.
Tell you the tale of my coldest summer,
Visit the marquee of a homesick lover.
Relive the darkest tunes of a verse,
About the pitch black shades of the world.
A tour to my oldest battle fronts,
Parts of me waiting to be discovered.
The grave I dug with my only shovel,
Greet the characters from my favourite novel.
Be my poem, for my words stutter,
My thoughts fluster yet
The butterflies within me flutter.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. vedantibansal says:

    Nice🥰

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sanya Singh says:

      Thank you Vedanti💖

      Like

  2. neeldip1998 says:

    Beautifully written 👌

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sanya Singh says:

      Thank you so much✨

      Liked by 1 person

      1. neeldip1998 says:

        Do visit my blog 😇

        Liked by 1 person

  3. Beautiful poem Sanya 🌼🌸🍁🌿

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sanya Singh says:

      Thank you so much!💫🌼

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You are welcome! Hope you’re doing good 🙂 🌸

        Liked by 1 person

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