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To the person I wish I could love,
Sometimes, I look up to the same stars,
Comparing them to the ones in your gaze
Yes, the gaze I’d never known
The gaze I long for,
The very looks I wish we could share across a crowded room
The eyes I’ve seen so many times when I go to sleep
Assuring me with glances that all is well with the world
Sometimes, when I am alone,
I twist and untwist my fingers,
Wondering if you do the same?
Do you pretend to hold my hand too?
Or is that awful?
Is that weird?
Is that abnormal for a person to be imagining?
Sometimes, when the nights are the coldest
I like to imagine you’re here at my side
That we share pleasant memories
That maybe, just maybe, I am not as alone as I picture myself to be
Dearest muse that eludes my quill,
Do you like the words I pour out of my veins?
The ink that smears across the paper,
Carved out of my very soul with all the tenderness of a martyr
Will there never be satisfaction in the sentiments you spin,
The critiques you spit
The woes you slur
How – when – tell me,
What will please you?
These words are all I can regard you with
In all of it
To the one staring back in the mirror,
You needn’t look so far for love after all
You are such a wonderful writer, Fallyn. Thank you for sharing!
wonderful!!! i always appreciate people who have similar writing styles to mine
Such a beautiful poem. I love it when you post your writing!
Fallyn, if you ever wanted to submit your poetry or writing to our expressions page I would love that. We can feature it on our front page, too if you wanted
(and even our FB/twitter). The expressions page is in the media room- this is the link
This is a truly raw and beautiful piece.
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