I write poetry, then he reads,
I tell stories while he listens,
I walk the day out, he accompanies,
I stayed silent, he proceeds to comfort,
And I stared at glance, he understood.
A connection my thinking and emotions shared as my mind and feelings went. My heart, alone, living with every bit of crumbs, blinded in every moment of illusions to tell.
YOU ARE READING
Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
