Talk to me
Soothe my aching burns
Because I feel deprived
Without the touch of your
voice
I am confused
Wide awake but drooped
Your whispers echo in my dreams
Or is it just me
Imagining?
I am at the highest of the highs
Or the deepest lows
You tell me to stop in the middle
But how, I don't know.
So where do I meet you,
In my happy or despair?
Can you rescue me,
Will you rather soar?
The times that feel crazy,
The times that I can't feel
I feel like I need you
To live and to heal
Are you listening?
Do you care?
Will it be better
If you are here?
-m
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Threads
Poetrysometimes flowing, sometimes tangled short, straight, blues and greys pearls or drops of tear drawn together by thread like words. ...Threads is a collection of poems from different themes written at different times. The pieces may vary in colour...
