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Resham Tulsiani Poem
The genius knows it too,
It's hard to really say.
But the soul is not enough,
to carry someone away.
To the person that I wrote to,
That letter a long time ago.
It said, you and I are collective souls,
Together we row and row.
The spirit animal of my man,
Has been scaring me and my demons for a while.
The fire was never created,
We walked alone and together for more than a mile.
I've listed my moments,
Sunshine, daisies, skulls, shallow.
It is what you choose,
And your soul chooses me to live the lie and torture the truth.
It is greedy to understand,
What we were together.
Maybe you violated the law of the wanderland,
To see how the window waved the weather.
From my wonders and worries,
To your pain of persistence has led to see.
Indeed I told you to never pick what you throw,
Together we row and row.
Copyright © Resham Tulsiani | Year Posted 2020
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Resham Tulsiani Poem
Those unopened letters everywhere,
Torn apart and burned.
Every word was worth a hundred or so,
Wounds don't scare the skin, is what I learned.
Broken strings and shady sounds,
I had never felt so secured.
The rust is always recognized,
Indeed rest assured.
Gin and tonic to my mortality,
Has been nothing but my muse,
Hate and heal are beaten alive,
It has to be a truce.
The bayou had mirrors to scream,
Every single one was real.
I was bleeding in the lone alone,
Art was with me to let me heal.
Copyright © Resham Tulsiani | Year Posted 2020
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