Can you come back, to teach me, how to unlearn it? (A poem)
this is so damn beautiful im in awe, u do melancholia so well.
Not better than your Urdu poem!🤧
"With you, love was a language I learned,
each alphabet not being imprinted
but engraved in my heart.
A language, I could only wish
to never leave your tongue.
A language, that is shared
only by the tribe of two (past) lovers."
... I will take a note in my journal, for I want to remember those beautifully composed lines of yours. Thank you 🙏🤍
Thank you for treasuring my words in your journal. Your comment just made my day!🥹
Your poem was heartbreak woven into art.
So tender, so haunting
it read like a language only silence and memory could speak.
Each line held the weight of love that once lived,
and the ache of learning to live without it.
Truly, a beautifully crafted piece.
This wasn’t just melancholic —
it was beautifully devastating.
A slow dance with all the versions of "what could’ve been."
And you choreographed it with grace.
Thank you for letting us step into this world of your words
where even sorrow finds a rhythm,
and love even lost leaves behind a language.
The whole stanza starting with “With you, love was a language I learned,
each alphabet not merely studied
A language, that is sung
only by the tribe of two (past) lovers.” And the rest of the poem onwards hit so deep. The grief and yearning were so tangible in this.
THANK YOU WASIA!
I'm still trying to become a poet like you😭🤍🌷
Meanwhile im here trying to figure out how to channel the emotion you inject into your poetry 😅
It's simple: Channel it into crafting a poem (in that way we will get another poem to read from you!!!)
This is so beautiful, I have no words to describe it
Thank you!🥹
this is so damn beautiful im in awe, u do melancholia so well.
Not better than your Urdu poem!🤧
"With you, love was a language I learned,
each alphabet not being imprinted
but engraved in my heart.
A language, I could only wish
to never leave your tongue.
A language, that is shared
only by the tribe of two (past) lovers."
... I will take a note in my journal, for I want to remember those beautifully composed lines of yours. Thank you 🙏🤍
Thank you for treasuring my words in your journal. Your comment just made my day!🥹
Your poem was heartbreak woven into art.
So tender, so haunting
it read like a language only silence and memory could speak.
Each line held the weight of love that once lived,
and the ache of learning to live without it.
Truly, a beautifully crafted piece.
This wasn’t just melancholic —
it was beautifully devastating.
A slow dance with all the versions of "what could’ve been."
And you choreographed it with grace.
Thank you for letting us step into this world of your words
where even sorrow finds a rhythm,
and love even lost leaves behind a language.
The whole stanza starting with “With you, love was a language I learned,
each alphabet not merely studied
but engraved in my heart.
A language, I could only wish
to never leave your tongue.
A language, that is sung
only by the tribe of two (past) lovers.” And the rest of the poem onwards hit so deep. The grief and yearning were so tangible in this.
THANK YOU WASIA!
I'm still trying to become a poet like you😭🤍🌷
Meanwhile im here trying to figure out how to channel the emotion you inject into your poetry 😅
It's simple: Channel it into crafting a poem (in that way we will get another poem to read from you!!!)
This is so beautiful, I have no words to describe it
Thank you!🥹