Loneliness

yes, love is the most wonderful thing in the world.

yet i can’t hold.

i hoot on the outside.

but a lonely soul resides.

my chest aches.

my head dreams.

my eyes envies.

my lips wait.

when will this darling feel the ecstasy?

will it be all surreal?

or will it turn to veracity?

My first and only poem I’ve written years ago. πŸ™‚

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