House of Silhouette
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Out of sunlight, there was no hope.
When everything turned to shadow,
You ran away as you promised me to elope.
I found you in a house with aglow.
Tilted paintings and the sidebar chalks,
An old carpet where we danced for an hour,
A dusty wooden table with our wasted breadbox,
No other than an eternal love without a vower.
Chasing you away, the staircase with tears,
Jumping through seconds, hours, and now?
I'm alone with a clock ticking pairs,
When I wish for thee, please come thou.
The wall we once painted blue
Is just a free verse without meaning.
An oath with a 6th Avenue queue
Isn't enough to seek an ancient feeling?
Four bedrooms, I'll never find genuine comfort,
Craving broken mirrors and a teddy bear,
Leaving the house of silhouette where you suffered,
Stop chasing a shadow in an irreversible square.
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Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
