My feelings belong here
On this page, many a few adore
Not on a coffee table in your presence
The one that holds, a real cure
But the suffering of a yellow haze
Will be the same, here or there
Melancholy and a glass of red
Turning black in the silhouette
As I write without enough lights on
Here and there with you, for you
Maybe one day, the sun comes out
Burning through these rigid blues.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 21st, 2024 03:35
- Category: Love
- Views: 19
Comments3
This poem has a noir blue feel to it and I loved it.
I am glad you enjoyed it!
Oh so blue, but love can be like that at times. Nicely composed and conveyed Alan. All the best.
Thanks alot, best wishes 🙂
Love it
Thanks alot!
You're welcome
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