Do I sense a reasonless smile?
What's that light in your eyes?
Whose hand are you holding?
Right now, are you even here?
Where are you right now?
Is that me in front of you?
No? Who is it? Don't answer me.
The answer found its way to me.
I am not to complain though, no.
I took part and it was my mistake.
Too scared you'd push me away.
Hesitated to pull you closer.
I still sense smile, I still sense warmth.
They're not from me, nor from you.
And deep inside I sense darkness.
Cold, fear, disappointment, and
Hesitation, yet again.
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Hearts of Roses
PoetryA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
