There isn’t much to say about this. But for the sake of being extra, I will provide some context. Writing has been a haven for me since I was young. It helps me express my feelings better, I like how I had been able to write myself out of some very tough days in life and I also like how beautiful the text written neatly on a paper looks. In the last few years, I kind of lost touch with the words and verses, but I recently got inspired by someone and I tried to start writing again.
I have a long way to go and I want to improve a lot, but I am very happy that I finished this in one go. It might not be a big deal for some people, but finishing something that I start is a huge thing for me. I don’t know how this platform works or who this would reach, but as I want to improve, I would love any feedback. ( Please be nice though. I stopped writing because I used to feel I am incapable of writing with the sophistication of some one my age. So, if the only purpose is to hate, then you can google Twitter and open the first link to engage with the people there. They like hate in that part of the internet)
This is based on a prompt I found online - Somebody is looking through a window..
Your laughter is louder than musings of my mind
Following the sound of wipers on windows I find
A wall, fitted with frosted glass, it showed a silhouette
An intimidating shadow of a man far from ones I met
Though hearty sound of his laugh brought comfort to my face
Glass cracked further, reacquainting me with line I can’t erase
When the laughter subsides to a melancholy tune
A rare occurrence that Earth sees the dark side of its moon
We don’t share the love that could take me to the moon and back
Instead I pick up brushes, and paint a sun on the cracks
Hoping it shines in the darkest hour, and at dawn too
From where I stand I can’t do much, even if I want to
When lights from the windows dim, silhouette ceases to shine
And instead a calm voice dresses up the darkness to nines
Lights, laughter, lullaby, whatever you’ll share I’ll treasure
I’m certain you’ll be loved, even after time for leisure
So don’t worry, because for me, even the silences are fine
I’ll only look through frosted windows, and never cross the line
This was inspired by someone I really admire. I might never be able to become as hardworking as them, but I hope I can one day write something beautiful enough to do justice to their impact in my life.
Love, Ana
