Only the lamp light knows
That I'm awake.
Only the pen knows
That I'm writing.
Likewise,
Only the paper knows
About my words.
Words that I fail to say,
Words that define me
and more closer to me.
Feelings of loneliness,
Regret and fear,
All that I've treasured
Throughout the day..
I now write them,
On a piece of paper(in this case on wattpad)
Imagining a better self,
Trying to be of better help,
Crying for a better day.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Spaces
PoetryLife is a canvas.. And I write my poems To give color and beauty To ones without paint, To you who needs The color of love.
