Just hear this silence of a shattered heart,
and undress yourself for I want to hear you.
Naked, raw, your everything.
Always been in this route yet I still travelled,
never have I thought of stopping by.
Dreary trees fitting along on a sunny color,
restless as the autumn vanishes its leaves.
I'm no stranger for I smelled this air before
caressing the entirety of my soul,
keeping me away from your warm embrace.
Answer me, I'm a pronoun of indefinite.
Vague like the narrative of a living piece
enveloping ever this lonely bone's sane.
Legendary that I will be telling you,
I miss you and I like you.
Not for nothing have I been this shaken.
Open your doors please, sincerely.
YOU ARE READING
My Microfeelings
PoetryI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
