unless the stars come together
to rain down upon me,
to become reachable in my hands
i will need a wish
unless i become part of a puzzle
and i'm the completing piece,
welcomely so,
i will stay a wanderer
lonesome i came and lonesome i'll go
unless my hands directed change
and until his love is of my life,
i will meet him through songs
unless it can be called supernatural
it will never be enough
so unless parallelism warps into perpendicularity
i will stay a prayer
and he will stay a heaven
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hold my hand II
Poetrybut even though still unattainable, it is not untouchable, and if im gonna be prisoner of my mind, might as well decorate the ambience in expectancy of visitors... . my ninth collection of poems.
