My little heart is not enough, not enough to hold your love.
My inferior mouth is not enough, not enough to tell your worth.
My words are trying to tell it, though,
How much you mean to me, oh
But these are just Ink on Paper-
When will I see you later?
From the depths of ocean, I'll bring you pearls to light your
face.
From all distress which you saved;
You're filling me with all your grace.
Friend, it has been long since we talked
When shall we again, laugh?
The memory of your smiles, never ceases
But the pain of not being with you- increases.
Hope is a word far too used...
I just want you out of your ruse.
Break a smile and warm my heart.
Laugh through your eyes and fill me with your art.
YOU ARE READING
Not Seen, But Heard
PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.