I am... an hourglass.
I am nothing,
And yet... I am of the essence.
I am the darkness in northern skies,
I am the light that used to touch your eyes.
And therefore, I am...nothing,
And since the light in your eyes has dissipated,
You should know, I have, too.
I am...an hourglass.
I watch the sands pour,
I watch the seconds transfigure into
Sweet, reluctant minutes.
I flee into your world of refuge
I am lost in a sea of you.
I am an hourglass,
I am nothing without sand dunes.
When you left me there wandering,
I still couldn't find it in me
To hate you.
And yet, it is said that
I will never understand,
But in your world of hatred,
I was ready to be warmth for you.
I am an hourglass.
I am a substitute of time,
I am a forgotten purpose.
In my darkest moments I become
A blazing desire to be heard,
And therefore, I am a pocket full of words.
I am an hourglass,
I am an anarchy in my mind of curiosities.
I am nothing
Without you being my peace.
- Astrea
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Forelsket
PoetryForelsket- the feeling of falling in love for the first time. This is a poetry book, filled with love poetry and talks about various experiences/ feelings and conflict people feel in the beginning, duration and sometimes after it. -Astrea
