Dear Love,
I'm here, I've been standing outside your door for a long time, I've been knocking, my hands however are too tired now.
I can see you through this door, I'm trying to reach out to you, but you can't see me, you're looking at them not at me.
It's okay, I'll keep waiting for you to look at me. I'm however writing, can you at at least send me a sign to show me that you are aware of me? Can you once glance at me? Can you let me know you're waiting for me?
With my broken self
A human.
YOU ARE READING
Memories - a story about Love
PoetryIt took me a lot of courage to post this, most stories I post are not as personal but these poems and stories make me reflect on me as a person and on my actions, I hope I can help someone deal with their emotions and let them know one important thi...
