Unfinished Dreams, Unspoken Love
In the Silence of Unfulfilled Desires
I confess to you, with all the truth of my heart,
That I love you deeply.
But what I say may be true,
It’s possible the whole truth hasn’t crossed my lips.
The words of love on my lips,
They may just be born of need.
Love and need,
Each is confined to its own boundaries,
Their worlds are separate.
I live in one world,
While dreams of another come to my eyes.
My incomplete desires,
My unfinished story.
My feelings are not whole,
My wishes remain unfulfilled.
The tales of love on my lips are unfinished,
An incomplete world surrounds me.
Yet, with all the depths of my heart,
With all my truths, I confess:
I love you.
About the Creator
kainat
Sensitive Over Glass, Reader, travel lover, and Self-care advocate.
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Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
This poem expresses the depth of love and incompleteness, where the heart's truth and desires exist in an endless struggle. Just want to say this much. Wonderful! ✨💫💥
wow so touching, you look familiar though
I truly appreciate your sincere and direct writing that electrifies. Every desire has its reason, and each love has the sacred mission of healing. I greet you!