Everyone asks her
How does she write
The words so deep
Having meaning so right

Her every poem makes them realise
It happened with them too
Then why'd they kept diving
Into the waters so shallow.

She has played gracefully
with dark high tides
So let her poetry take you
On the thousand mile rides.

Into the world
full of giggles and cries
You'll go silver under moon
And pink at sunrise.

And she'll drop you back
At your shallow end
With the glimpses of past
And the words unwritten

But the thing you'll never know
Her every word has a deeper meaning
For she's just not the writer
She's her writing.

~*~

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO THINK I AM WRITING
ABOUT THEM
BECAUSE

I AM.

Love
~Shivani
(19/03/2017)
2:56 A.M.