The silence echoes your name,
a warmth I claim,
a love that burns, a gentle flame.
But why...!?
I'm supposed to hate you
But I'm unable to
My rage burns hot, burning pyre,
yet from the ashes, my love takes fire.
I don't understand it
But I don't think I can quit.
The time stretch long, but my faith remains,
Enduring all the pains.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for you
PoetryThis is again a set of poems that are inspired by true love. Ink stained pages whisper secrets of the soul, Echoing the heartbeat of emotions untold. Each verse a dance, a melody, a spell, Poetry, the language where dreams dwell.
