I sat ever so silently,
Sliding down without a sound,
Yet to unleash all my problems,
When I was given just two options:
To leave and sit or to continue till my mind would split.
Oh, how could I tell her?
Everything felt like a blur.
She went on and on about how she had dealt.
All I wanted to do was melt.
My thoughts roaming around while she spoke with so much pain,
I could not help but get choked.
I tried to listen, my thoughts roaming around;
How I had come to speak and seek,
Instead, I was listening again like a freak.
Just when I had thought I would get a say,
He came as if it was his talk anyway.
He spoke and then she spoke,
Yet I was to speak.
The irony—
I did not speak,
But was still blamed.
My heart hurt, yet I remained to speak.
~Salina
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"Dear Future Love: A Journey Through Verse"
PuisiDive into a world where emotions are laid bare and everyday struggles come to life through poetic expression. "Dear Future Love" invites readers to explore the depths of the human experience-from the raw intensity of loneliness to the quiet battles...
