The last conversation of ours,
gave me the power
and I dared to compose this verse,
in the ink of bravery, in the hush of dusk,
tears rolled down from my eyes
in the mirror of the truth, as the fabric of falsehood unties.
I know you are there, I know you are behind me,
shadows of secrecy, reveal your true hue,
Step out of the shadows, let your real self breakthrough.
Recall the days of tender touch and true,
let me see you, hold you, as we once knew.
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.
