Cliché words, in my heart, they flow,
Unspoken, sincere feelings in tow.
Simple "thank you" I sought to enhance,
Bravery lacked, in words' graceful dance.
If only I'd known the word to say,
To express my feelings, light the way.
Even if you forget, I remain the same,
In every word my quill writes, you claim.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
