Somedays I sit back on the terrace,
Stare at the tree, I promised to abide.
But spent days numb, breaking all the promises.
And nowadays I again sit on the terrace,
Staring at the moon, searching for a shooting star.
And all I want to wish is to talk to you.
Is it too much to ask?
To wish to talk to shadows, I promised to spend days with.
Is it too hard to get back and talk to you?
To be the girl I used to be,
To wish again for a friend, I find solace with.
And nowadays I still wait for you,
To talk to you,
Stare at the moon and hear your melodies in shadows of night.
- Author: Meera Mere (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 16th, 2024 07:46
- Category: Sad
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Comments6
A sad but beautifully penned poem Meera. 🌹😁👍
Thank you so much AP😊
Good write M.
You can talk to me! (lol).
Thanks Orchidee
I would love to talk to you......
Beautiful poem. Straight from the heart
Thank you sunshine777😊
You are very welcome 🙂 🙂
Beautiful work.
Thank u Thomas W Case😊
Beautiful!! The one beautiful happening in every day life is to talk to that one person and when life snatches that away, you have nothing but thoughts and what-it-would-be dreams... touched me!!!
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