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 (Republished)
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I reveal intimate secrets I've longed to express, despite fearing they'd go unheeded. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions, yearning for acknowledgment, only to face silence. First Published: May 5...
