Ink-stained fingers, trembling, unsure,
What if I were the paper, the parchment pure?
Lines etched upon my tender skin,
Would you read the pain I hold within?
A silent scream, a whispered plea,
What if my words were all you'd see?
In each stanza, a piece of me lies,
Lost in the echo of long-forgotten cries.
The poet's pen, a relentless guide,
What if I were the one to confide?
In every verse, a tear unseen,
Would you decipher what they mean?
A broken rhyme, a shattered verse,
What if my pain were a universe?
Trapped in the confines of poetic grace,
Lost in the depths of an endless space.
So here I stand, a poem unspoken,
What if my heart were left broken?
For once, let me be more than a line,
Let me be the poem, let my sorrow shine.
YOU ARE READING
ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
Poesie❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
