I was looking for warmth, while I could barely get the sparks on
Here and there my eyes wander, where has the matchstick gone
Warmth though I could not get, but jealousy burns deep in my heart
Looking at the fire beside me tall and majestic in the dark.
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Lost and Found |poetry|
PoetrySometimes when you have spent a year or two sitting by yourself, and you still haven't gotten used to your own company... You start to desire a whole lot of things in your head, but the isolation has trapped you because you feel comforted by it, whi...
