My voice reaches almost anyone,
Almost anyone- but you.
Isn't it quite obvious?
That I like you,
I try to make it so,
But it seems like,
I need to let go.
The touch of your hand,
Was so long ago,
The whispers in the night,
Cease to be.
Where have you gone?
So far away,
Love was made to reach,
But not for me.
I'm sorry-
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
