In the theater of shadows where dreams take flight,
I am the moon, second to the sun's blinding light,
A silver whisper in a golden dawn,
Forever chasing, yet forever withdrawn.
I am the echo in a room void of sound,
A secret whispered only when no one's around.
In the garden where flowers bloom,
I am the thorn, never the sweet perfume,
A hidden pang in an embrace,
A blurred silhouette in a sunlit place.
Unrequited, always the runner-up in a race of hearts,
A mosaic of fragments, unfinished parts.
The second hand on a timeless clock,
Ticking away, but never to unlock.
The hour of love where firsts belong,
I hum a melancholic, wordless song.
Yet in the quiet, I find my refrain,
A symphony of sorrow, a beautiful pain,
For in the shadows, my heart learns to sing,
A melody of longing, a pathetic ring.
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Poetry Dump
Poetry#forced #SOS Im not sad or lonely. I just write what comes to my mind👹 Its different from my usual(I WAS FORCED TO UPLOAD THESE AT WATERGUN POINT)
