LOVE LETTER
FAITHE HALTTE
I’ve been sitting at the same bus stop
Feeling every raindrop for years
Pleading to know a voice
A voice I cannot hear
Pleading for a grace
A grace I cannot feel
Might it be a ghost?
Might it be my fears?
To lose him,
My one and only wish
Truly is my deepest fear
Could he be far?
Could he be near?
My only hope is for his path to bide clear
I’ll sing and I’ll dance until he appears
So that my heart
A being that beats for him
May experience your true love,
My dear.
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24
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