Close your eyes and heavily breathe again,
Do not let this torture your brain.
Look around and notice what you've lost,
You're the only one I love the most.
And oh! How I wish I could let you go away...
Travel the woods, find the black, white and grey
that hides between the flowers at the night's full moon,
Your swinging back and forth, please come home soon.
Stuck between all of those who don't understand,
tired of pretending we're all in an easy game.
It's eight pm I'm waiting for the bus to arrive.
I went to your favourite place, having the last drive.
Wether you'd prefer blue better than green
He'd still choose spring for a piece of mint.
Again and again for his own resolution
He didn't realise he'd come to this conclusion.
He's with me, I'm 'he' masking it off,
and you're you, she, us; all of the above.
I pray to God in hopes you'll accept my hand,
I don't even believe in it, but wanted to demand
That you're mine.
— recited for the international poem's day and sent to a poem's contest march 16-29
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
