drops

 i'm filling my cup

a drop at a time

with sketching or

simply writing a rhyme


i'm feeling alive

again like before

for i forgot

who i was at the core


i'm feeding my mind

with theories and things

about the world

and it's given me wings


i'm flicking my tears

when i see the girl

i was before

i let my heart unfurl


i'm fessing up to

the mistakes i made

for i'm healing

from feeling self-betrayed


i'm faking a smile

as i fill my cup

drops at a time

but i never look up


drip

  drip

    dripping down 

a drop at a time

but space in case


you

want

to

finish

my

rhyme.


xoxo

aishu

19-01-2025


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