UMCLITE
I write to remember, and to heal.
Each poem is a fragment of silence turned into song,
a bleeding pen tracing the truths we often leave unspoken.
If my words linger in your heart,
then the Lacuna has found its voice.
Welcome to my page where I will be sharing the snippets of everything around me
UMCLITE
I write to remember, and to heal.
Each poem is a fragment of silence turned into song,
a bleeding pen tracing the truths we often leave unspoken.
If my words linger in your heart,
then the Lacuna has found its voice.
Too close to be just friends. Too complicated to be lovers. Too much history to be strangers.
Why does she stay in yesterday, wrapped up in memories? Who put the sad colors in her heart, making tomorrow disappear? In her simple words, a big question hangs around - who made the music of her past, so she dances in days she forgot? What hands made her heart's picture, turning her into a time-traveler, finding comfort in old times?
In her eyes, I've been lost since our first gaze,
Wrapped in their embrace, my real home's warm grace.
Her touch, like magic, I've yet to feel,
But I'm sure it holds the cure for my heart to heal.
No doubt, my heart is all hers,
Though miles apart, in her love, life gently dances.
If only I could grasp her hand and journey to the farthest shore of this vast ocean of separation. If only I possessed the strength to swim through this river of intense fire. Though I can still swim, alas, that ocean has withdrawn its tides, and the once-flowing river has now run dry.
When I’m with you, even silence feels like a conversation
Here we go again
I will still love you. Again and again
@LillyHerself smiles. You're not wrong
Do this everyday.
Your name still feels like a prayer I whisper accidentally
Amazing.
Respect.
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