Hey there, my dear.
Let everything weep;
Be drowned by a deep sleep.
Make it bleed,
Every words you need.
For emotions have heed
But turns out, it all hid.
Unravel yourself
like gavel in the beach.
Ensure the measure of being sure—
that one day you'll have it onshore.
Words and emotions may leave you,
rest assured that they'll come back.
Sooner or later, you'll have their back.
For a writer who cannot write,
I have to wait for a rite—
to make things again to be right.
YOU ARE READING
Au nom de l'amour
PoesíaAu nom de l'amour (In the name of love) is an anthology of literary pieces written by different writers, including me, which contains all feels about love. In this anthology, we will dive into a world full of perceptions about love. Are...
