I am floating in middle of nowhere not knowing where the wind takes me. Full of hope, fulfilled with pain, like the ocean with water. Wanting it all to change. I don't want to exist, I want relief, I want to live and give life...existing never was a part of my plan
I want peace in my soul and body. I want to feel the warm touch of a person that will understand me, I don't want help, just empathy. I see her face while writing this one. I read people, I can read anyone, but I can't understand the magical touch of your personality. What is the purpose of it? Is supposed to cure me or do you feel more than you show. Is it my illusion or is it real? Is this all in my head or is it reality? Are you really the one rose that grew and bloomed like a sunrise..is this my and your fate or our fate?
YOU ARE READING
Two Sides of Mine
PoetryWHAT IS HIDING BEHIND THE WORDS? short 'stories' with deep meaning. It's about my feelings or things I am going throught.
