These poems
Are yet to be discovered
By the one, they're meant for.
The songs of my love
Are yet to be heard
By the one, my heart sings for.
These words
Are yet to be said
To the one, they're born for.
The smile on my face
Is yet to be seen
By the one, it arrives for.
These tears that roll down my cheeks
Are yet to be wiped
By the one, they flow for.
These hands
Are yet to be held
By the one, they long for.
Will they ever be discovered?
Or will they be left,
Unseen and unsaid?
YOU ARE READING
Wonderwall
Poetry"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once." ❃ Highest rank: #29 ❃
