From the little things
I've got
with my heart's
greatest desire,
I wish it could
be you.
Little by little
in my tiny step,
I wish you'd come
for my wounded heart
found its home
at once!
Night has always been
my crawling foe,
It haunted me
with my "why's"
And it all belongs to you.
Watching through
the window,
Begging to see you
but fate sometimes
cruel
It always answered me
with a droplets of rain,
breezing wind
that hummed
the melancholy
of our memories!
NakedNote | 091022
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PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
