A luxurious thought.
My feelings for you are like a ship lost at sea,
Sailing across an unknown ocean—
My pen in hand, my mind ablaze—
Words flow to the page like a quiet river—
But as I pour my heart into the ink,
I find myself a slave to feelings ever-shifting—
For I cannot contain the storm inside—
I wrote for you—
Stacks full of poems in my drawer—
Busy discussing each other in my pockets—
They’re bottled up in my soul’s suitcase—
Buried them deep under the sea, like forgotten treasures—
Unlike the other ones that are
displayed at a fancy show—
For every unrecorded events of your belly laughs and terrible jokes,
I wrote-
For every feelings that the camera couldn’t capture.
I tried-
Writing to you, though—
With such delicate feelings, and powerful words—
My fears emerged—
Writing to you, my dear—
Is a luxurious thought that I cannot afford the consequences—