Running my hands through
the growing green wheat,
it hit me, this thought:
Even in these green hue fields
I am all alone.
Lonely in a crowd,
I feel my tears as they trickle down
my face.
My love,
please hold me, love me, touch me
Do you even exist?
Or are you just an idea in my head.
There's so many things I want to say
to you,my love.
I want to tell you
how it feels just to breathe next to you.
to please wipe off my tears.
I treasure
the sound of your voice ,
when you laugh.
I want to feel how you feel
when you look into my eyes.
I want to see you see the stars.
The green hue fields turn gold
with your touch.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoetryIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
