Time pours down
from the hourglass
rather slowly,
I believe.
When I think of
you and me,
our time would bleed
with each heartbeat
If I choose to
hide from you
in this desolate heart,
will you find me?
Maybe... Then,
surely you will.
It's not that I
expect or anything.
But please search
the dark alleyways
of my heart
because you...
You know that it
is where I will be
waiting for your
awaited return.
YOU ARE READING
Entendre
PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
