10 years ago. I wrote this when I was 20.
A smile like flowers
Hidden behind sharp thorns that
Prick when picked quickly.
I have bled too much, so now
I must learn to be gentle.
2
Eyes like Medusa;
I just cannot look away:
My body turns stone
But the cracks inside break down;
Like in a sieve they fall through.
3
Hands that won’t let go,
In the deep corners of night,
When we’re all alone,
But when morning comes, the light
Draws you away. We’re untied.
4
Tangled flesh, they speak
More than words when you lay near.
Swaying like wind chimes.
The breeze, so soft, draws me in.
The music’s there when you sigh.
5
Cuts on her wrist, I
Want to wash them all away.
Old loves writ on sand
Like the waves, erase them all.
My love’s boundless as the sea.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-04-01 at 17:34
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Lovelorn Tankas- the first movement
1A smile like flowers
Hidden behind sharp thorns that
Prick when picked quickly.
I have bled too much, so now
I must learn to be gentle.
2
Eyes like Medusa;
I just cannot look away:
My body turns stone
But the cracks inside break down;
Like in a sieve they fall through.
3
Hands that won’t let go,
In the deep corners of night,
When we’re all alone,
But when morning comes, the light
Draws you away. We’re untied.
4
Tangled flesh, they speak
More than words when you lay near.
Swaying like wind chimes.
The breeze, so soft, draws me in.
The music’s there when you sigh.
5
Cuts on her wrist, I
Want to wash them all away.
Old loves writ on sand
Like the waves, erase them all.
My love’s boundless as the sea.
Poetry by Sameen
Read 11 times
Written on 2026-04-01 at 17:34
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