Poetry: Untitled

I write short poems whenever I’m in transit. These are some of the poems that are stored in my phone’s notes.

Wish we could slow-kiss

Into unearthing the truths 

that our hearts keep guard.

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He caught her mid-flight

and found new worlds, unexplored

Waiting in her eyes.

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Taste my stories of bittersweet affairs   

Rock me to the sound of the blaring traffic 

Indulge me in cries of surrender

I'll likely forget by morning. 

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