I
How long must I irritably wait?
But what is it truly, I await?
Is it time whence you'd be at my sight
or time whence I, in your eyes, new light?
II
Words, I band in together and write
Give meaning that I could never grasp
Albeit vexed with words from mouth, I rasp
In both writing, loving, I'll still smite
III
Blissful memories increase no more
For the past times with you is of yore
Boundless limits of words are too short
For myself to genuinely court
IV
I have many unanswered questions
As ample as my adulations
For as much as myself is moonstruck
I fail to fathom why I'm awestruck
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Voiceless Poetry
PoetryDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
