Staying awake at night, just laying on my bed
Staring blankly at the ceiling
Mind drowning in an ocean of worry.
Huffing, I look out of the window and stare at
The gibbous luna
And then I think of you
The tides of worry lower
And I find myself at serenity
No matter where you are,
As long as we are under the same blanket of stars and the moon
It is fine; just fine
No one said its gonna be easy
But the thought of meeting you
And being in your arms again is what keeps me charged up
Waiting for you to come home
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Inked minds
PoetryInked minds, imprints the souls It's all a mess, what the heart beholds. Drop by drop the ink flows, From letters to paragraphs, maybe even a prose. We feel so much, are able to write down so little, leaves us feeling as low as such.
