Friday, December 22, 2023

Believe.


In this world 

of pretense and perceptions

you are the language 

of love.


When have we spoken?

When have we not!

In the silence of words, 

I hear the soul out loud.



You see this,

I see that. 

We see through. 

We understand. 


Every little blossom of love, 

I keep safe. 

It`s mine.

 Is it yours?


The World can see,

But we are the ones living. 

Do you believe?


In the middle of indifference, 

And all the notional nonsense,

I see you,

I see me.

And...

Till you embrace, 

I`ll cherish the sweet pain.






1 comment:

  1. You ask, “Is it mine?”
    Has love ever belonged to anyone?
    It is a lamp that burns for all,
    Yet rests in no one’s hands.

    The world watches—are we living?
    No. We just remember the moments that felt like life.

    You see me. I see you.
    Yet perhaps we shall never truly touch.

    Then so be it—
    The sting of your memory,
    Shall become my final comfort.

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