Deserts And dandelions Poem by Soly Nasser

My Heart is an overfilled cup, But it never filled your cup.

It is splattered on the floor or on the plate.

Like trying to paint the space red —
all your work goes in vain.

A Dandelion in the garden of flowers
 might not be the prettiest one, 

but will grant all your wishes.

So if you ever wished to be loved, 

I was always there in front of you.

Like a black hole in your heart, 

you took my love and threw it away.

And I don't have enough sugar cubes 
to melt the bitterness of my pain.

I'm in hurt...

My heart is broken. Is not a metaphorical term, 

It's the least thing I could say.

And I have done it all.

I've played all your games.

I confronted you once and I once swallowed my pain.

Like I'm hanging on a cliff, 
I lift my hand to catch yours —
and you push me away.

You left me falling in the river, 
knowing that I can't swim.

My love is a running river,
but it never bloomed your desert.
You left me wandering
 that I fainted out of thirst.

My love is a meteor shower, but it never hit your planet.

You just enjoyed the scene and then you walked away.

But I remember you saying 
that my overfilled cup looks special,

and meteorite looks cute from above!

So is that all? 

And is that all?
Will my cup ever fill yours? 

Will my flowers ever bloom in your heart?