There were seas and winds, but I want is us
The road where I used to walk
It doesn't make me feel tired
Can I say this, 'I'm afraid of this feeling'?
The gray filter and eulogies
The cynical beats of longing, hunting, and lonely words.
Your beauty like wisteria and old movies
Your lips and imponderable melody of love
Tell me, is it romantic how I keep it all for myself?
Insurmountable baggage of winds and amok stir of tears.
Can you be my muse and I be your poetry?
Or you can be both and I'd be your support
The solace of sunsets still hunting and haunting me.
The dirt and dust grew around my skin like mould,
But the wisdom I got is a ferocious treasure.
I will forever treasure.
In the lonesome roads I used to walk alone,
I looked back and how I hoped you were behind.
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Lonesome Hymns
PoetryTo those who enjoy poetry. This one is for you. "To make the most of what I have. Not to crush it down, not vainly to wish that it was something else, but to cultivate it in such ways as will not vex either God or Man." E.M. Forster This is a fine c...
