I sat with my pen and paper, thoughts shrouding my mind
I stared at the blank page, putting it aside.
I started typing in the .doc, backspaces speaking more than me
While I carefully chose my words, restricting my emotions from you.
Ranting through the sleepless nights, insomniac and restless,
My heart spoke a thousand feelings my words couldn't express.
I opened the page and stared at your name with longing.
My finger lingered on it before I smiled knowing,
What exactly I needed to do!
Speaking my words, unsaid, in silence was always my thing.
I sent you the email and smiled pleased.
You received it with a frown perhaps,
A blank mail was all you would see.
No words from a writer were unexpected,
She who wrote pages of thoughts lost her words?
Then I know you would smile at it, intrigued by the mystery
Knowing who I am from the soul.
There was something more to it, waiting to unfold.
That was when I knew I found a soulmate in you,
For you discovered what others did not see.
Words wrapped carefully in white fonts
Popping up when selected, were my emotions
Hidden and never said out loud.
~ Suranya
(2017)
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