In the quiet realm where whispers sway,
A room adorned in hues of gentle gray.
A jester's dance within my restless mind,
An unspoken yearning, subtly confined.
The tea grows colder, yet the kettle hums,
Awaiting footsteps, a melody that strums.
A jester's grin, a playful tease,
Hints at desires, wrapped in unease.
The open door, a subtle invitation,
A shy anticipation, a secret elation.
In the tapestry of silence, a whimsical show,
A jester's presence, a heart's ebb and flow.
Hesitant glances, a flicker of desire,
Awaiting a jester's unexpected attire.
Footsteps of whimsy, a dance in the air,
A shy hello whispered, a subtle affair.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
