Waiting to hear your voice
Wanting to see your smiles
I wasn't given a choice
Left alone between the aisles
Going around in circles
Doing the same routines
Face bombarded with wrinkles
Hands shook and spilled the beans
Looking far, far away
Yearning to hear you scend
Dreaming of a sweet day
When my gloomy nights end.
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Letters
PoesíaFor the mind thinks, the heart beats. For your imagination creates, your dreams debate. For smiles are endless, words are fearless. And the mess of ink on your hands builds a haven of rhymes, of love, of times. A collection of poems about love, life...
