Lostling

Lostling Jan 31

Balloon

Lost and lonely I drift

Wandering through hazy days

Looking for the chubby little fingers

That used to tug me around with laughter

Short poem. I was sad.

#attachment #loss #nostalgia #searching #yearning #past

Lostling Jan 31

The First Time You Called Me

I didn't have a name
I had no identity
I was nothing and no one
I existed, and that was it

Until you found me
And gave me something to call my own

"Amicus"

I liked it
The way it left your lips
The way I knew it was mine
I was finally someone

Someone in your eyes

Quick poem

#identity #worth #name

Lostling Jan 31

Rain

Rain is falling from the skies,
My eyes still do not weep.
Now my sorrow shall be cleansed;
to wash away all I've lost.
The broken pieces of my heart
Drift with the waters
Cascading down into the drains
Never to be seen again

Practice poem

#rain #mourning #sad

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