Every time I unfence the envelope to read my story
I discover a missing part inside of me.
Every time I look out of the window,
My eyes catch nothing that can bring me out of grief.
The walls stare at me with empty questions
And condolence to submit
I breathe every day, smile when asked to…
But with nothing much to feel.
Maybe deep inside
Despite all my resentments and hidden anguish,
Despite the fact that I am scared
To let emotions speak
Maybe I am begging for love
Every time I find a meteor falling apart
Maybe I want someone to hold me tight
To sit and watch time pass by.
Maybe I too want roses and midnight dreams,
Maybe I too want LOVE to feel.