Dear heart,
Please tell me, please,
Stop teasing me,
Who is that man,
Whose heart you hold,
Beneath your hand?
Is he that face,
That lonely gaze,
Whose dismal blur,
I dare to observe,
Fulfilled with pain?
Is he that thought,
That drowns me whole,
The one I love,
To think of most?
Is he the part of me,
That's lost,
The only escape,
From a maze of thoughts?
Is he the one,
That gave me wings,
To fly away,
From all my sins?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoetryThese are pages full of words. Full of words meaningless for some, but for few full of feels. I hope you enjoy these words, that aren't here just to fill pages, but are here waiting for the few who dare to seek the meaning behind the shallow wall of...
