Bitten
On and on, I will be standing near a well;
Wishing without the need of tossing a coin,
'Cause I do believe that fate has no fee,
And dreaming is a chance to be free.
In barefoot, I will relentlessly roam,
Yearning to see my so-called home.
Finds comfort in the muddy trail,
As the truth unveils.
I tightly close my eyes when my toxicity stikes;
This is how I am when I let my imagination drive;
Thinking about you and her,
And wondering how you end up being together.
Soon, I feel my body getting numb,
Sure, these delusional thoughts do bite.
It may be weird to hear this,
But my ears long for your nag and hiss.
Then again, I do not wish to be in her shoes,
But rather she will not give you blues.
As you reach for her hand,
I can clearly say
You two make compatible hues.
I do not intend to intervene in your business;
I just have lots to say though I have no right .
Honestly, I would love to keep holding on,
Till your attention no longer bites.
(Third part of the Triptych Poem)
December 17, 2021 (FRIDAY)
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Pieces of Peace
PoetryThere are collections of poems that I've written for years. Some are for academic purposes, but most of them are dedicated to the special people in my life.
