Silence, a soothing balm, brings solace near,
In solitude, I find my truest grace,
Unburdened by attention's weight and fear,
Alone, my choices bloom with boundless space.
But love's enchantment blinds my searching eyes,
Once it appears, I cannot turn away,
A willing captive, I embrace the ties,
And in its depths, my world finds new display.
They are my sky, with ocean's gentle hue,
Reviving waters for my weary soul,
The light that warms my skin, forever true,
The air I breathe, their presence makes me whole.
Yet in love's grasp, fear lingers close behind,
A torment, adding strangers to my mind.
The pit of love, now veiled by night's embrace,
I feel the impact, as I touch the ground,
Months spent breaking through memories' tough face,
With shattered dreams, another name is found.
Thus, I descend, a clumsy heart in need,
Longing to be desired, to be seen,
But as illusions fade and dreams recede,
More names join the list of what has been.
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Moans in the Wind
PoetryWhen we are hurt, we moan in pain. When we are happy, we moan in soft sighs. When we are in love, we moan in affection and pleasure. All of your moans are meant to be heard.
