Poems from the heart

Last in Line

In shadows cast by silent dreams,
I reach for light that never gleams.
An imperfect heart, I wear my scars,
Yet yearn for love beneath the stars.

I stumble through this restless night,
With tangled thoughts that dim the light.
I long to be your first choice,
Yet always find my heart consoled.

Last in line, a fleeting thought,
A ghost of all I've wished and sought.
I watch you choose, while I remain,
A whisper lost in aching pain.

I wander paths that lead to pain,
An echo of unending misery.
Still, I keep trying, though it's hard,
To find the worth beneath my guard.