Hold On

We often hold to those that hurt us, because

we are scared of having nothing to hold.

I let down my walls for you,

but you reminded me why I built them so high.

Forged with many broken pieces

I try to smile,

So I think,

broken is capable

when I thought finally I have forgotten you,

We were dancing together.

My hands on your waist,

and yours on my shoulder matching footsteps.

Even a non-dancer learnt to dance.

Isn't broken is beautiful ?

I ask you to give me all your sufferings,

I swear it will be carried

a code of conduct stronger than an environment.

A right thing, better than else.

You will have to put an end to your sorrows

even if it means;

the birth of sorrow inside me.

I am not a naive,

I understand each step of yours.

and like waves I constantly find myself returning to your shores

even when I pull myself back.

I don't know where we will go from here,

but under this galaxy,

these stars

I always meant to be yours.

Isn't broken a new start ?

Cause only the desert knows the cost of rain.

Wait.

Breathe.

Hold on.

Cause its a long journey.

I whisper wishes to the sky

watch my words becoming stars;

after I fill the sky with star dust

I wonder if you will see them.

and again I close my eyes.

-©TheCursedPOET