Your shadow I followed,
it's shape amused me.
Made beauty when it met with the ground you stood on.
I followed so I could feel you..
you excited the steady and quiet sands of my world, made them a rushing hurricane that pulled all my defences from the roots leaving behind a bare,
vulnerable,
ordinary,
simple girl. Me. Just me.
One thing I missed though,
it was just your shadow.
Right, so silly of me to think that what isn't real could possibly embrace what I feel
Which is more real than the rays of sunshine that no longer warm the cold rooms of my broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
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
