I woke up feeling incomplete, forlorn.
My body lives, but my feeling flickers.
A pain in my heart aches like thrusted thorn.
My lips fail to say the love that I curse.
Your distance grieves my heart in the cold bars.
My eyes are covered with hot flowing tears.
My hope fades as fast as the falling stars.
Love I keep, I hide that nobody hears.
My heart in a cage whispers a sad tune.
Waiting for the day for its beats to fade.
To bury my outcasted misfortune.
No part of this world my love I will trade.
I decided to imprisoned my love.
The One who knows is the Maker above.
YOU ARE READING
M.E.
PoetryJust like a butterfly calmly resting into a delicate white flower, so does the thought of a pure-hearted poet. Gentle and meaningful.
