Underwater
I can't hear the noises around me
Over the silent voices inside my head.
I don't feel the ache that should come
When I laugh with my friends.
I can't hear the noises around me
Over the silent voices inside my head.
I don't feel the ache that should come
When I laugh with my friends.
It's ethereal,
the way the sky paints itself.
Some days,
I am a lover of literature. Poems on love and nature are welcome! Thanks a lot.
I watched the sun set.
I watched how,
just above the horizon,
the spectrum dimly asked for my attention.
Together we wrote our stories.
Together we sang our songs.
But now it's all gone.
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