What's it like?
Having a person?
Having your person?
Is there someone out there?
Are they far or near,
The person I hold dear?
Is it more painful,
To pine for your person?
Or to not have a person?
We almost made it.
You almost let me in.
I almost accepted you as kin.
Somewhere on the path
Between strangers and friendship
I almost made it.
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Hi everyone! I honestly didn't think I would ever add to this book. I haven't written in over a year, perhaps more, but this feeling was overwhelming to the point that I had to put pen to paper.
The pattern is off on the ending on purpose, to give you perhaps the same feeling that the word 'almost' gives me.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to answer these questions but until then, I hope you all know that we are our own person. You are the longest relationship, friendship and family you will ever have, so take this poem to mean that it is completely okay to feel this way but there is so much more out there for you.
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Mosaic
Poetry'For what is love if not a beautiful mosaic of happiness and pain?' A collection of original short poems on topics that I feel most people relate to or know about but don't often speak about. Feedback is welcome and appreciated ❤️ Highest Rank: #8 ...
