When contemplating telling you everything
I think, "Will you see? Do you see?"
"I'm I silly? Is it small?"
When you tell me your troubles,
past, mistakes, actions of others
I wish to take that.
How will we learn?
How will I know?
I'm driven from your sorrow.
I'm driven by your dreams
Yet, when you get lost
Yes, I am here.
Does it feel different now?
Each year you age, are you going backwards
Or forward? Tell me, do you feel stuck?
I could help, I could listen.
Have you forgotten what your dreams are?
Sweetest eyes, open.
Tell me, whisper if you will.
Write it down.
I'll carry your little notes.
Are you still in love? Are you confused?
Confess, confess.
I'll sit & You'll be the penitent.
Pour it out, like you love to pour
Your favorite juice.
Where are you heading? Come out
Come out.
I see you.
I see you.
Confess to me.
Confess what you love, your sorrows
Your worries, your dreams.
My daydreams?
Are of you, & I don't know why...
Where are you? Who are you?
Confess confess.
-m.j.h.
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(Poetry)Beginning of The Unknown.
PoetryThis is a collection of short stories or as I like to call them poems. Although, they are dark and yet pure and soft. I hope you're able to remember moments of kindness and happiness. I thank you for the opportunity of sharing these moments with you...
