When I read a book
Its dedication mocked the author
A declaration half-written among the yellow pages
Love that cannot be fully said
Not by voice nor ink
And I haven't known pain like such yet
But the unfinished promise still makes me ache as much
Because after many years of hidden devotion
We still intertwine feelings among the lack of words
We put periods before the end of a thought for security
Replace pronouns for the ones deemed acceptable
Or simply leave them out
Taking away the humanity of a feeling
Regardless of how human it is to love
YOU ARE READING
For a Moment ║ Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of poems that come from the soul. May they help you in this crazy life.
