Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2022
I wonder
if she hears me
I wonder if
she hears me
when I whisper
to the moon…
When I whisper,
I love you
Each night…

I had
No choice
but to love her
To waste
my romantic pith
on her
To flow
under her
shimmering waters
in our moonlight

Sad souls
For whom
no one waits
No one waits
for me
Someone?

Not too soon
From now
Another shall arrive
And inspire
With song
And verse
A tempest
of truth

February 8th, 2022
Written by
Keith Frantz
105
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems