washed over her a wave of calm
as he traced circles on her palm
she was afraid that she would fall
that her heavy heart would recall
moments like these and she’d miss
his touch, his smile, and his kiss.

then she thought maybe she’s wrong
maybe she’d changed somewhere along
the way and she thought she’d be fine
she thought she’d fall for no more lines
’cause all those who before him came
they’d taught her well, she knew the game
now she would see right through all words
so hollow and they wouldn’t hurt
she’d be not sad when people leave
her heart chirpy, it wouldn’t grieve
no longer would she read too much
into kisses, smiles, and such
no longer would she long and yearn
there’d be no flame, she wouldn’t burn

wishful thinking, all of that crap
her heart is wise to no old trap
and when the moon rises at night
and bathes her in its silver light
she’s once again that lunatic
hopeless and some shade of lovesick

~ karishma



#2 of 30 poems


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  1. Saman

    looooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveee ittt !! I like the poetic you beter ! The last 7 lines – relatable… very much !
    Thank You !

  2. shanesbookblog

    so very emotional and appealing. An instant connection to a extraordinary artists & Poet.

    A joy to read your work and an Honor to have you here on WordPress sharing such gems with us.

    Can’t wait to sink my creatively chaotic brain into more of your work!

    (Unfortunately I have to go slumber at the moment, I have to get up for work at 5)

    Yea I know…the birds aren’t even moving at that time of morning yet But that’ life =p


    • Karishma

      Your words are kind, Shane. Thank you for appreciating it so. I love your choice of words.

      Early mornings must be great fuel for creativity, as evidenced by your brilliant work on your blog. I look forward to exploring it more, especially through NaPoWriMo.

  3. jalal michael sabbagh.

    Thank you Karishma for following my blog.I will follow your interesting blog to read your wonderful poems.jalal

  4. jalal michael sabbagh.

    The more l read this poem the more l see the lessons she learned from the past .She has to believe there is someone special will visit her one day.thank you Karishma for liking my post ((the L.A Times) jalal


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