I read between the lines
and linger on this page of poems
Each poetic soul
begging to be heard.
One wrote of their father
one wrote of grief
One wrote of their childhood homes
and the fear of who might leave.
I wont ever know your name,
but a piece of you I see.
It is beautiful
to bare your soul for the sake of art.
And so I linger between the lines,
basking in the product of your courage.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC
I read between the lines
and linger on this page of poems
Each poetic soul
begging to be heard.
One wrote of their father
one wrote of grief
One wrote of their childhood homes
and the fear of who might leave.
I wont ever know your name,
but a piece of you I see.
It is beautiful
to bare your soul for the sake of art.
And so I linger between the lines,
basking in the product of your courage.
But saying all this is weird so ill just leave a like on your poem lol