Sometimes, I can come to you, with my messed up, scrambled heart, and you'll make me feel healed, if only for a few hours.
Sometimes, I am empty of patience and brimming from fatigue.
People don't understand me.
I can't even understand myself.
But you do.
When my heart and mind are in a whirlwind, you are my rock, protecting me from the atrocities of the world.
If only for a few hours.
Protecting me from people.
If only for a few hours.
I can reach my exploding point lashing out viciously, and yet, you'll always be there for me. never going away.
If only for a few hours.
You were there for me.
Through dark and light, you have been by my side.
And so.
A few hours.
Have turned into.
Hours of love.
YOU ARE READING
Eilerasciai Su Jausmais
PoetryThe name of this book is loosely based on the Lithuanian meaning for "poems with feelings." And indeed, they do feel. They feel the rawness of every possible emotion ever felt. They are heartfelt poems, written from the nonsensical thinkings of the...
