The Longing
Right under my window, open
There were people fondly hoping
Praying, lovely dancing free
All that my eyes only feared to see
Oh my beloved window sill
All I need in dreams and times of hell
Longing feeling to belong
Only heart in me, so bygone
Wish to dance and pray to feel
All what those people seem to be under my window still.
Lost Poets
Scribbled verses on a dusty shelf,
Stories whispered by a tortured self
Ink-stained fingers, hearts laid bare
This department, all the poets share
We bleed our truths on every line
Searching for solace, a reason to seine,
Here’s to a haven for the lost
Where broken dreams meet at any cost.
Unloved
I waited and waited, and never even lived,
I waited and waited for all thats there to give.
Never embarked on the journey of expressing,
feelings coming, going, startled guessing,
of whats there to give,
Oh, how it feels to live!
Fleeting anger, lonely dreaming,
of a love so dear to me my hope is gleaming.
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Midnight Confessions
PoetryUnveiling the raw truths of growing up under the cloak of midnight. Midnight Confessions is a poetry collection that delves into the messy, beautiful journey of growing up. Of what it feels like being in the moment, feeling the a gut-wrenching heart...
