I'll silence patiently on the quiet of you,
i'll be okay to be the dust on the sahara of you,
i'll willingly be a single drop of water, on the ocean of you,
cause you're the shape of my prayer,
while i'm just a word that you never speak of.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
