Questions Of The Lost - Poem by Vanesa Varga
Why I hate you still and love you forever is only fair
when a whole life floats through a heart.
Will you forgive me for the days when butterflies passed me by,
because they do stop now?
Where should I look when the Sun is too bright?
Wisdom knows when to turn away but I have none.
When will I be found by myself and then by others?
I miss home - has been said a hundred times.
Can you stand behind me and grab me when I start to run?
How should I call you in dreams and what is your name behind closed eyes?
Is this a final verse? It couldn't be because questions deserve answers.
Should I write a billion more?
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