5d
I pour myself into your maybe
but you sip only silence
your heart, a door ajar,
lets in whispers, but not me.
I plant daisies in your absence
roots tangled in my ribs,
but you say,
“not yet”
still I glow —
a lighthouse for a ship
but you sip only silence
your heart, a door ajar,
lets in whispers, but not me.
I plant daisies in your absence
roots tangled in my ribs,
but you say,
“not yet”
still I glow —
a lighthouse for a ship
This was actually my very first ever poem. I wrote this poem on December 2nd, 2024, and posted it to my instagram story. Ever since then, my love for poetry has continued to grow, and I'm so so so glad I decided to pursue this hobby.
