You tell me all you want to do is see me happy.
Happy...
As I look out the window on the ride to the airport, I can't help but think what is happiness?
What is happiness to you?
You tell me all you want to do is see me content.
Content...
As I look out at the snow on the wings of the plane, I can't help but think am I content?
What is being content to you?
You tell me all you want to do is see me loved.
Loved...
As I look out at the gloomy clouds below me, I can't help but ask myself am I loved?
Do you even know what love means?
Do you even know how to love me?
Do you even know...
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Unspoken Words
PoetryIn the labyrinth of human emotions lies a treasury of unspoken words - the silent echoes of sentiments left unsaid, the whispers lost in the cacophony of life's chaos. "Unspoken Words" delves into the hidden recesses of the heart, where poetry inter...
