It's been a while.
You might be wondering why,
I'm not there even when you cry.
I tried to hold you gently.
Now it's killing me softly.
But undoubtedly,
I still write for you lovingly.
I tried to treat you the gentle way.
But I have anger issues, what can I say?
Now I have to pretend we never met,
And carefully set,
The clocks that tick,
And make me lovesick.
My love will never end.
I'll keep writing even if the pens bend.
With the hope that one day, to you, I can send.
YOU ARE READING
Sunshine Be Mine | Poetry
PoetryUnsaid things are best spoken through poetry. Poems are the best whisperers of secrets. Feelings and emotions are sometimes better expressed through different forms of literature than through speech. So, these poems for a warm soul, are written in...
