I am compelled to write
That one true sentence
Which someone can dwell into.
Not the words
But the brevity.
Staring into the blanks
Into the voids
Between the lines,
Margins and full stops.
That one true sentence
that can change worlds.
Which someone can feel
Not the words
but the feeling
Staring into the flared eyes
into the voids I left behind
into the deep deepness
Compelling me to write
that one true sentence.
A discerned form forms
in skeletal features of typed letters
and when I have committed
the grievous sin
of completion
I wonder if someone could just catch
The silence
Understand and reciprocate
I wonder if someone could
and until the
I can never rest
Now,
the withered form of the skeletal features
Fallen from my burning heart
reckons
if you are that someone
I wonder if you could just catch
My silences
Understand and reciprocate
I wonder if you could
Until then,
I can never rest.
-Stutee
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Wishing Upon A Star!
PoetryWishing Upon a star is a collection of poems. Each of which tells a story. They may or may not be interrelated.The story that ends in the first poem may or may not continue in the second. All the lines make their way from an ordinary and common tee...
