Published by: Sarah B. Belamide
Date Published: February 22, 2024
Time Published: 11:15 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The phase when you finally met your twin flame.
I found the solace beneath
your unspoken enigmas,
those comforting metaphors
that your lips uttered,
made me really think,
you were really in love
and everything wasn’t
a fairytale dream.
It is indeed strange how,
I seek comfort behind—
your flowery rhyme scheme
that made me bloomed
the way how you engaged
your passion with your
sentiment towards me.
I was bewildered in
how you’re making me feel.
Darling, do you mind
holding my hand?
I will let you sow each of
your fingers to mine,
kiss my hands away
from all the fears,
and serve as a dust of
miracle in anything
you ever wish for.
Let me hold your hand
until dusk, and maybe
for how long my heart
brings me back to you,
for how long it beats
the same rhythm
every time you
come across.
You have the freedom to
go anywhere, and I do not know
where else to go but to you,
so as long as I can side along,
as long as our fingers are
tied—bring me to any places
you desire, I will always
follow whenever your heart
feels still, just take me with you.
For as long as you are here,
I can love my self,
My glass is empty,
but no longer my heart.
I have never felt love
Like this before,
you bring sunshine
during my stormy days.
You are the only salvation
I know, for as long as you
are alive, I exist.
I live for you.
IMAGE SOURCE: Pissaro, C. (1987). The Boulevard Montmartre on an Winter Morning. https://www.arthistoryproject.com/artists/camille-pissarro/the-boulevard-montmartre-on-an-winter-morning/
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