Nivirago

When I dance
dreaming of you
in my arms,
there is no music
that I need;
just,
you and me.
//
Every time I did something
to put up a brave face,
I left a little piece of my heart
lying on the street
unnoticed, alone
I wish I weren't brave
that I didn't don the smile
that I have been seasoned to put up
I wish to go back,
pick up the pieces
and find myself,
once again.
//
It shall always be
sad by my bedside table;
neither a half-read book
nor ages of remorse
could bring you back
yet
my heart doesn't seem
to give up.
Nivirago is a part-time poet and a full-time dreamer. She enjoys briefly visiting the kaleidoscope of emotions buried deep within her heart. She uses her pen name and writes mostly about the sad monotony of everyday life: love, hope, expectations, and existence.