Love, stop
Counting your tears
And feeding your fears
And making me watch
I can remember the day you were happy
How could I forget the words you were saying?
The way your lips have skipped the rope of satisfaction
And the way you are now.. Miserably too different
But as I look in the eyes of yours now
I am stolen by a very glimpse of fading hope
I see that the spark I once have planted
Could never leave you on your own
So let me teach your wings to grow
And wake the feathers up so they can settle on your back
Let me learn how to show you
That the old you can eventually return
~Yomna (04/04/2017)
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoetry written by us, Ink spillers and everyone who supports us. Poetry to help you realize that the dark tunnel has an illuminated end. Poetry to make you not only feel but be certain that we are here for you, within our words and through the emoti...
