I am searching for you,
underneath the roots of spiked.
I called upon you,
within the mist of sorrow.
I waved my hands for you
so you could shed the light.
"No, no, I don't need you…
I just want you to listen for a while…"
There's this song I made for you,
this is an awful song,
this is not a song—this is my pride
which I swallowed for your star.
"I do, I do, I need you here
I lied, I lied, I need you most"
The mask I wear is nothing but safe
and for you to consider me none,
I am fine to be… as long you are there
somewhere near me, breathlessly.
Whatever words might be, I can be…
I am always here, waiting patiently
Alex Jhon
@Ency: thank you :) @Aminath: thank you as well :) glad you all like it :)
Wow! quite impressive..... I liked your use of dialogue here! Enjoyed reading!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the line withen the mists of sorrow.