Hold me and don’t go anywhere
A haiku about a small, warm moment during a cold morning
The house still asleep
I cup my hands around yours
Until they are warm
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Dwight Manley
Just another writer trying to find meaning in the chaos. My stories are shaped by culture, pressure, and the honesty that comes from the real world. Stay a while, there’s more coming.
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Dear, Moon
Dear Moon, I’m writing because you feel like the only other one in this life that understands the texture of emptiness. You hover as a witness coldly carved out of stone. You shine like something that has already learned what it means to be alone. I wish I could tell you I see a way through the days, but most of the time they feel like repetitions of the same dull ache. There’s a kind of quiet suffering in simply existing when nothing pulls you forward. Yet somehow, I keep moving, even though the movement feels hollow.
By Dwight Manley2 months ago in Poets
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Aw; this is super sweet! I love it
Simple and beautiful.