Suave Bracelet

It’s Suave
You made me a bracelet
Made of your sweat
For me to smell it day and night
The smell of this bracelet echoes your soothing voice

So many times I have tried to stop this muse
It haunts me to write about this bracelet
Low, I lie down and saw blisters on my wrist
It reminds me of that night

Its Regal
You made me a bracelet
Made of your warm embrace
For me to gaze at it day and night
It’s still on my wrist like glue
Waiting for you to tie a knot

Forget not about the promises
I’d be waiting
Till this knot is tied!

©2019

FORLORNNESS

Caught by the whirlwinds of forlornness.
With no one to share memories with
Not even a smile
As I sit all alone
Playing a game of patience
With my back against the wall
Thoughts breed in my mind.
Waiting for a stranger to spend a moment
One who would want to mend this broken piece.
But each time, I sense loneliness
Forlornness clouds my heart like clot of blood
It eats me up, fills me with rage, consumes my being and makes me want to go out in search of a stranger.

Sometimes all we crave for is a warm hug
A moment of solitude with that dream
A little affection
A chat with that one person and a touch
I am here on this lifeless bed
I dated ideas of you
And we romanced
But each time, I sense forlornness.
And all I ask is for forlornness to be engraved.

Your World…

Just like Romeo and Juliet,
Ours could have been a Fairytale
It could have been a long wait
But you chose your busy tail
This world of yours baffles me
It’s a puzzle I’d love to solve
This world of yours
baffles me
It’s a game I’d love to play along

Perchance, I have been day dreaming
All my life I have been singing
I, who have sung so many songs
Singing, until I cried bitterly
It gets awfully annoying
Perchance, I have been day dreaming
I scream your name when It gets awfully lonely
Screaming silently in solitude

I’d like to beg an angel to whisper
My name into your ears
For you have been gone for years
Your world I fear to reach
I, who have sung so many songs
Your world I can’t fathom
It’s a difficult task to teach
I talk to myself when I write
Whisper, shout and scream to myself
Shouting a silent prayer
Wishing my angels would whisper
Words into your World!

Poetess: Lynda Amoni.

SCARED

Too scared to look you in the face
I’m scared to let the words out
Too scared to tell of how I feel
I’m scared to let go of my coyness
Too scared to accept your rejection

I’m scared to let you go
Too scared to embrace thoughts of you with another
I’m scared you’ll mock me in your heart
Too scared i won’t be good for you
I’m scared I won’t meet your standards.

I’m scared; I’m scared;
Too scared to look in the mirror at night to rehearse my lines
I’m scared to say and see the truth
Too scared of the stranger I’m about to let in
I’m scared of your response

I’m scared you won’t feel same
Too scared another has taken over
I’m scared to discover
Too scared you won’t want me as much as I do.

And I’m scared of me…

Writer: Lynda Amoni
©March 2019