I wait for a day that reveals that you’d those smiles saved just for me.
You know, I see a million hopes in your every smile.
You are my Panacea.
For the treasure of love I see in you,
and through the havoc I cause myself
that I can’t love you enough;
I can only love you.
You are an angel.
I’m a mere man.
It is in the repeating whisper of my heart
I started hearing after I met you
that I’m starting to understand what love is.
I may seem terrible at it, but, I’m trying.
Truly, and sincerely.
You won’t give up on me. Will you?
The days when I could not see the beauty in the sky,
The days when I did not feel the soothing breeze that stop by,
The days when the loneliness inside haunted and ushered me to cry,
The days when seconds were hours, and time would resist to pass by.
None of that was agonizing,
None of that was desperation,
any more than the fact that you were missing.
It is the way I could view the world,
It is the way I could feel the world.
Oh my angel, will you help me see a better world?
Will you be my world? ❤
I read a poem from internet and it made me think why we fear to be what we really want to be. Why can’t we just say what we want to, be it good or bad. Why do we see wrongdoings, but never raise voice. Why do we try to be something we are not, just to be liked by people. Why the disguise of true self often times.
This quote/poem I just read is from a widow and it is about her agony. But it sure has the power to express, for good, saying what she is really going through, so honestly.