Five things I see, Four things I touch, Three things I hear, Two things I smell, One thing I taste. I repeat it in my head,
By Zsofia Meszaros2 years ago in Poets
Struggling to breathe, The air squeezed from my lungs, My chest tightens with each attempt. I can't focus, I can't function,
Your gentle eyes, Their warm embrace, When you look at me, my thoughts erase. Your voice, inviting and kind, A melody I can't leave behind,
It covers my skin with ease, Giving my body a gentle, warm hug, Allowing me to flow effortlessly. Flowing around me,
In a world not made for souls like mine, I wander lost amidst the crowds, Dreaming of a spaceship to the vast unknown. Labelled, yet never understood,
You, Your smile, Your laugh, Your voice, a gentle serenade across the stars. You, Your listening, Your eloquence,
Emotions: A Poem It’s not the unknown that scares me most, Nor love, rejection, nor being alone; It’s being left alone with my thoughts, In a realm where my mind freely roams.
