Awake in the cold of night,
Whispers of battle in the air,
The world around me takes flight,
As shadows dance and fear's there.
I hear the wind's soft sigh,
A melody that calls my name,
Yet all I crave is your voice,
A sweet serenade to tame.
In darkness, I long for your light,
Your smile, a beacon in the night,
A yearning for presence so pure,
A bond that can never ignite.
You're like a star, shining high,
A breathtaking spectacle to see,
And I, a tempest of love's might,
A storm that yearns to reach thee.
This frosty night, I wake in dread,
Hoping the whispers are of you,
And in the flickers of light, I see,
Your radiant smile shining through.
blackrose
YOU ARE READING
shadows of the past
PoesieThis poetry book will take on my personal thoughts, voices and traumas. My past loves and life. I am writing this while I am on my CBT and mental healing. This will be a reflection of my sleepless nights, silenced voices, and anxious moments. The...
