The Phantom of Comfort
The lingering touch of my idyllic love
By HaniaPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

She sits alone at a place so crowded,
with a soul having loneliness imbedded.
The moment her love appears,
there goes the crowd and loneliness she bears.
Every kiss on her blue-inked fingers,
upon her sparkles the process of healing.
His voice eases her mind,
forces to vanish problems in her life.
His jokes brings out her innocent laugh,
once, buried by this brutal world.
She was brought back to reality she resides,
as hurtful it gets, its her mind that collides.
About the Creator
Hania
Sometimes, words hold more great power than action and yet their value is often overlooked.


Comments (4)
LOVE THIS GIRL. GO OFF QUEEN
BRO IS SO GOOD WTF
Best poetry ever, luv :)
Literally HATS OFF..... 🖤