Thousands of colorful hues came before my eyes
Voices that whispered praises unto my ears
Eyes that stares unto my bare face
Yet I yearn for the only one
Hands that held mine
I quiver in their touch
Frowning in disgust
It wasn't the touch I wanted
I yearned for the brightest hue
That was no longer in my sight
I yearned for that childish deep voice
That I could no longer hear
I longed for the pair of deep brown eyes
That made my heart melt
Sent butterflies in my core
And strong yet warm hands
You are the one I yearn
Yet you are the one I lost.
YOU ARE READING
Unconditionally
Poetry25 Poetries Each contradicting the first but it takes recognition to gain acceptance