Hi… I have a name But I don’t think it’s important now I promised this poem a span ago And ever since, I have been sitting here With this pen on paper Blank pieces on paper But it will never mean that my mind is blank Wondering on what to say, how to unleash these words on my throat So much more has processed on my mind Words that struggle to be free
If I finally managed to unleash it Would it really paint the longing picture? Or would it even prick that part of your heart Dear, would you bother make time to just run through these words Or the script would just vanish into thin air And drift into the clouds, freeze and maybe fall as rain somewhere unknown. For I believe the power of these words will never die When I imagine writing, I describe her, One who touched the core of my heart? So I write on my mind, as best as I can, and every single time She sounds a lot like you…yes a lot like you.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain