MoMo
The mourning of the morning forged from tenderness of heart.
The closing of an option never present from the start.
A barrier in mind implies desire to defect.
Yet in pain of losing love, a closeness I detect.
Feeding off impaired emotions, shyness filters in.
Back in gaze the moment steadied, focusing again.
One can always wonder wounded, time can always change our fate.
Once again I know we'll wander, wild in our savage states.
Chemistry has been established, quality and time abide.
Comfort in a placid future clearly seen in my mind's eye.
Spoken like a spirit lover, words cannot communicate.
Energy we both can breathe as silence has us meditate.
Leave MoMo to:
Best Posts From A Lost Poet
We have not curated any of sci-guy's posts yet. But you can encourage our curation team to review posts by visiting them regularly and by referring other readers. Because we give priority to frequently read content.