#114 A Girl Who Learns How to Write,


Credits: Google

Credits: Google

She was told to write
a poem but she simply
have no idea how.

Then one fine day she
came to realise that the key
was to be sincere.

Because true words have
the power to touch people’s
hearts more than others.

-♥-

-CW

#77 Broken Promises,


If one of these days,
you suddenly remembered
all of the words said.

To remember how
those small promises were made
and to watch them break.

Yet to find regrets
in things that are left undone
and to feel empty.

Know that it is fine,
but time to let go of things
and move on in life.

Somewhere and someday,
there might be a sorry heart
and I will know it.

But it is okay,
even if things do not go
this way that we want.

Just read these words and
let this be a last poem
that I write to you.

-CW

PS: Reposting this.

What are words,


Listened to this and got reminded of some memories.
Back to sharing my #16 poem.

Words are so beautiful,
and yet can be so sinful.
It depends on how the people use them,
and the purposes what they meant.
Is either they bring rainbow,
or there they bring sorrow.
Words that are once spoken,
would those become motion?
Words might be forgotten,
which led to promises being broken.
Yet, saying words are like singing a song,
where you hum along.
But once it is sung,
or even if it is a slip of the tongue,
there is no turning back,
where time cannot backtrack.
Words, how powerful it is,
there an impact leaves.

-CW

#42 Unsaid words,


Hidden as deep,
as secrets piled a heap.
Choosing not to say,
its probably better this way.
Giving promises to keep,
but talk is cheap.
Uncertainty slowly came,
and fear the same.
Keep those words in heart,
hoping for a brand new start.
Just not being able to have that say,
that is the only price to pay.

-CW

#40 Complications,


Learnt to trust,
yet faded to dust.
Don’t ever judge,
when truth refused to budge.
Some hidden word,
not that it is not being heard.
Wanted it to be sealed,
but peeled wounds that have healed.
Things that were left unknown,
feeding uncertainty to be grown.
Many words are left unsaid,
wondering what actually lies ahead?
Perfunctory messages now left behind,
with mixed feelings combined.
Now everything is in a twine,
how can I still say I’m fine?

-CW