Never shall I ever not stumble upon
the very Oak tree where the autumn mornings
Held her spring daylight smile,
Never shall I ever squander any second
Upon silly happenings, petty words
and remorseful parts of the day,
Never shall I ever let the ephemeral bond
disappear from the deepest corners of my heart even for awhile,
Never shall I ever forget the unspoken words
Of hers she gleefully displayed,
Words she couldn't have spoken much to her dismay,
Never shall I ever stop the longing
To hear her voice despite the unfathomable
distance fate has drawn,
Never shall I ever not wonder
how it would be
If the sound of her emotions were to exist
Even if it may be to wait for the flower
Seeds of which were never sown.
A/N
It's been long since I posted on this book. So recently when I couldn't get the idea of this poetry out of head I decided to publish it. (❁´◡'❁)
YOU ARE READING
Lacuna ○
PoetryLacuna : (n.) An empty place, a missing piece. Not every slot in your life is to be filled. Feeling empty at times is no less than ecstasy. ♡ PS. Do Not Try to steal or copy my work. ©All rights are reserved. No translation what so ever is allowed.
