I'm writing this to whoever you are,
Just know on this day Aug 19th I truly miss and love you,
I'm so deeply isolated from my feelings that I can hear the voice of my hurt & pain.
I'm ashamed of my horrific past and I'm often worried about my present future.
Often I feel like I'll never meet you or maybe I've already kissed you,
Maybe we've already held hands,
But I can tell you as the music is playing I don't feel the urge to dance,
Rather I've pranced around,
Slightly with a frown,
If you hadn't noticed by now I'm currently sitting down,
The awkward part of this scene is where you'll find me,
Even this beer couldn't cover how complex this issue is with me.
I want to live in what I can't see,
I know this feeling isn't make believe,
It's a seed that's sprouted it's leaves,
The blossoms are starting to show for it.
I'm tired,
Fatigued and retired from were my life use to be,
I'm praying when you read this we're still meant to be,
These are the thoughts..feelings..and strain.. of your future husband and bestfriend.
Yours truly-
DyL
YOU ARE READING
Separated
PoetryA man's (myself) inner feelings of love, patience and struggles of missing someone I may or may not have already met. These are the logs recorded of my journey separated from the one God has intended for me to love second to His son. - Psalms 50:14...
