It's
The feeling of emptiness,
Even though u have every thing
U ever wanted.
The feeling of loneliness,
Even though u have everyone
U desire.
It's like the flower
That has everything
Yet longs for
a cromulent comfort
Instead of blooming.
It's the feeling of
looking out the window
Waiting for someone
That U never know
Who ur longing for.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Spaces
PoetryLife is a canvas.. And I write my poems To give color and beauty To ones without paint, To you who needs The color of love.
