Inside the mind of an immigrant
Because looking into the depths of your eyes makes the sky look so small that I can measure it with just a glance the way your lips part when you smile makes the oceans melt and I find myself sinking in your tides the way your cheeks shine make the stars blush and they disappear … Continue reading Don’t smile at me like that…
I'm sorry that the world inst fair
I've created a grave on my own
with misery piling above my soul
I am a path seeking an unattainable haven
A refugee looking for a glimpse of peace,
On an island plagued with death
I am the first ray of dawn
That soldiers see after the end of every war
I am a wanderer of a lost craven,
Aching for a sight of shore
If you know I see dreams higher
than the sapphire alluring sky,
then why do you dig my grave
in your atrocious mind.
