Shubey's Words

Shubey's Words: A Deep Truth

A Deep Truth

These words will

not be worthy

of storage,

in her memory

bank.

Stanzas still must

keep in touch,

As the way

fingers roam smartphone

screens.

Emotions won’t farewell

when what’s left 

to take,

is a leave.

My lines shall

reserve space for

you to cram 

in between.

Forever memorable they’ll

be,

like sunset scenes.

I’ll fly these 

paper planes with

your brilliance,

sitting as a 

passenger.

Maybe the wings

will flutter faster,

than those butterflies

he nested in 

your stomach.

Or out race 

my heart rate,

in which a 

speedometer couldn’t calculate.

Due to your 

mere essence that 

motivates.

Oh he wears

your compassion well.

It pains me

to admit.

I tried to 

follow suit.

But if he’s

the tailor,

i’ll always be

a misfit.

(Source: shubeyd)