I was lost in my own bubble.
You're busy staring at me.
You tucked in the loose strands of my tresses,
And mutter the word beautiful.
Those mellifluous voice
Are more than enough to keep me sane,
From the pain.
From the loud noise.
Life before you was lonely.
You are my cup of tea on wineglasses.
You are the dream that never ends.
My only escape from this torment.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Solstice and other poems
PoetryImagination has no limit, fall in love secretly. A collection of poetries about love, life, mental health, happiness and imagination.
