I'm still waiting, wobbling on the wall
My heart races each time you open the door,
Will you ever notice me like before?
Patiently I yearn for the curtains of your heart to blow open
For the day I'll no longer be forgotten
When the wind of desire sweeps my direction.
My soul still longs for your gaze
But I've been ignored here for years
I've collected dust.
I've battled rust.
Now my body doesn't recall your touch
I vanish into invisibility every second in your eyes.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
