Why I compose

I compose when my heart

gets too weighty to even consider holding,

I expound on my scars ,

new and old.

I compose when I have

a ton to share,

Be that as it may, to listen to it,

has the opportunity in excess.

I compose when I feel

really forlorn,

At the point when not the tears,

 in any case, the sharp looking

one could see grin.

I compose when considerations

to me start to sink,

I write to share

anything that I think.

I expound on reality I stow away,

What's more, the untruths I've told,

I expound on the things

made up for lost time in my spirit,

Allowing it's secrets to unfurl.

I compose , not with the craving

of being known,

In any case, to know the voice

inside my spirit.

A secret

She appeared to be a secret,

She has stowed away her agony

what's more, outrage in her eyes,

She tricked them all

With her grin and

All around woven lies.

She was made of wishes

Project on meteorites,

She was the secret universe

Nobody had known up until this point.

She drank the forlorn inclination

Of dull evenings and brilliant moon ,

She wore the pith of raindrops

That slid down during storm.

She conveys the glow of

Morning daylight that

removes dew of the leaves ,

Her heart has its own library,

As she has a shelf for

The privileged insights she keeps.

She was the quiet between

The words left implied,

She was the most lovely

Composition,one might have at any point perused!

I wish individuals were verse

I wish individuals were verse,

So they would be aware , I also talk and cry,

Furthermore, the amount I love the hint of words ,

As they've given me wings to fly.

I wish individuals were verse,

So they'd know how each word is hung ,

That it is so difficult to characterize a word ,

that you've never learnt.

I wish individuals were verse,

So they would chime in with the rhyme ,

They would see every one of my tears ,

That I stowed away while crying.

I wish individuals were verse,

So they would know how I embrace my

Scars inside the representations,

They would see the value in me

For concealing how firmly it harms.

I wish individuals were verse,

So I could revere their likenesses,

Wonderful as a fantasy,

Furthermore, I will not challenge , interestingly,

That they're the way they appear!

I wish individuals were verse,

So they can know that a sonnet

Is Lovely regardless of whether it rhymes,

What's more, they could reassure me , telling

It isn't not difficult to be solid , constantly.

I wish individuals were verse,

So they could see the magnificence

Of implicit words,

Furthermore, the aggravation that makes them

So particularly weighty as they're conveyed , unuttered!

I wish individuals were verse,

So they would know that

sharing agony could assist it with restoring ,

Be that as it may, they aren't verse,

They haven't heard me sobbing

What's more, I've heard them say,

'You ought to talk more.'

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Kelvin Dechi

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