i'm just trying to kill the silence
it's not like i'm whining
i've just been doing a lot of pining
and it just hasn't been the same since
i want to speak but there's an ocean
which sits between us
it feels like i've been struck by a bus
my chest constricts, pain radiates in my shins
i try to be happy but it's hard sometimes
because i cannot control myself at points
your voice is what anoints
my presence with light and fire, sublime
hope is everywhere, we just have to find it
i don't know what's going on in your head
it already feels as if i'm, sometimes, dead instead
but i've alive, and i hope you don't mind it
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
