Hours That Follow, A Poem Draft From Book #3

I haven't posted a poem on the blog for a long time. This is an longer one than usual, which is a part of one I'm planning to include in my third book of poetry.

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Heart On The Line

"This poem is a favorite of mine. I feel like it should be in the yet-to-be-released book, although the process is still ongoing. But you can always comment below and tell me what you think. Yay or Nay?" The idealistic expectations of what is to be, is at times melancholy at best. We seek redemption…

depth of thought

It's never as lovely as the movies depict it, neither as pleasant as we'd like it all to be. We rarely voice concern over the things that trouble us the most, but we ought to. I would have appreciated more willingness to listen, regardless of understanding, but it seems like I'll never truly get that…

unrequited emotion

When love hurts; it's the real kind. I found myself saying that, as I bit my tongue and patiently waited for tears to stop falling down. I'll be okay, you said. stupid enough, but I fell for that lie. Years down the line, here I am. I feel more broken than ever and it's all…

the heart has a mind, and it adores you

The faces are always you, by the looks of it, and I'm tired of pretending like I don't love that, or the fact you make me ever so smitten, despite the amount of distance between us. It could be years from now and I'd still feel your hologram hand on my shoulder, flickering lights go off…

nostalgia bites

It's been a long time to forbid emotions to run like a water tap love drips all into my heart and I am lost for words mainly because it's drowning in lust The image of yours is stuck in my brain like a virus I can't get rid of you nor do I want to…

madness called unconditional love

you're like the tattoo I don't have yet an image in my head that I'm obsessed with you're like the book I haven't gotten to read yet the cover is stuck in my head you're like the sun that hasn't shined yet the rays of light is what I need you're like the bad habit…

Poem: Back Of Mind

A poem by me: There's a song in my head but it doesn't exist yet Perhaps the bittersweet melody of life, That others like to describe. Or the nostalgic beat of a broken heart's skip on repeat, Regardless of the content; I am forever smitten. Either by your smile, or the haze of false hope,…