The parts of me,
Dispersed in the trenches of her,
Immersed in an ocean of hope,
Or maybe just glimpses of her.
We meet, then we part , and we meet again
In each other’s pretentious eyes, we see the quietest pain.
It feels like you’re pulling me from those darkest graves,
And then , you leave again...
Now i wander through the streets, all crowded;
As grief wraps around me, it feels like I'm shrouded.
I long to feel on my face your cold fingertips,
And i want to see the warmth of my love melting your frozen lips.
Each shadow i meet, whispers softly your name,
And now i want in your trenches, to be dispersed again...
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Author:
Krishna? (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
Here I feel a sense of longing for something lost. A call from the past. Nicely written
This is a lovely write of the sense of longing for someone special from the past, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
Your poem carries deep sense of longing.
Impressive imagery...."frozen lips"
Very nice 👌
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