Poetry Blossoms Within

Lonely Love

In the crowded room, laughter fills the air,
But here I am, a ghost—no one knows I'm there.
Eyes scanning the faces, searching for a sign,
In a sea of connection, why can't I find mine?

Love, they say, is a dance, a rhythm, a rhyme,
But I'm out of step, out of sync, out of time.
A smile here, a touch there—meaningless gestures,
In the symphony of souls, I'm just a distant echo, a lecture.

I've loved in the shadows, in whispers and sighs,
In stolen moments, under midnight skies.
My heart, a fortress, guarded and strong,
Yet inside, it's a desert, where I've wandered too long.

Lonely in love—what a cruel paradox,
A heart full of fire, locked in a cold box.
I see you, bright as the sun, warm as the day,
But my words falter, my courage slips away.

I've written love letters that'll never be sent,
Spoken vows to the wind, my only confident.
Dreamt of a touch, a gaze, a sweet embrace,
Yet reality's cruel—it's not you, just a trace.

In this digital age, we're all connected, yet apart,
A scroll, a like, but where's the beating heart?
I reach out, but it's always the same—
A void, a silence, a forgotten name.

Maybe it's fear that keeps me in chains,
Or the scars of old loves, their lingering pains.
But what's the point of a heart if it's locked away,
Beating in rhythm, but with no song to play?

So here I stand, lonely in love,
Looking at the stars, wondering if they're enough.
Do they feel my yearning, my silent cry?
Or am I just another dreamer under the sky?

Love, I see you, like a mirage on the sand,
So close, yet slipping right through my hand.
But I'll keep walking, keep searching, despite the despair,
For maybe, just maybe, you're out there somewhere.