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974 · Jan 2015
Hope
rovieo Jan 2015
Eyes that are expressive,
Lips pursed in a thin line.
I see hope in front of me,
Am I missing any sign?

Dreamt of being next to you,
Short, silent and shallow.
It speaks of what I have to do,
My mind and not heart to follow.

Eyes show you're a mystery,
Lips pursed not saying a line.
I wave white flag in front of you.
I didn't miss any sign.

**You sent paper to write my days,
A page of hope I can't ignore.
Please send me clarity.
Why give me something to hope for?
826 · Jan 2015
Write
rovieo Jan 2015
I sit and I think,
Then write a line or two.
I sit and I think,
Then I write about you.
565 · Feb 2015
No One
rovieo Feb 2015
No one cares what I think,
No one hears what I speak.
No one tries to understand,
Nor dares to believe.

A very good listener,
But no one listens to me.
463 · Jan 2015
Missing in Me
rovieo Jan 2015
What is wrong?
What am I missing?
I cannot seem to be
My very best,
Among the rest,
Profess my honesty.

How to feel?
How can I see?
Pure happiness within.
Between the lines,
I try to read,
Let imagination in.

Where is he?
Where am I?
Crossings are yet to be.
All these words
All my works
Each of 'em lonely.

Why do I ask?
Why would I dare?
I have everything I need.
Remind myself to appreciate
Love myself, forget hate.
**I have all my time to dream.
199 · Nov 2020
Doubts
rovieo Nov 2020
Let go for a while,
Bring back the fire.
These memories of you,
Are all I have in life.
We'll have to wait and see,
If in the end it's you and me.
There's no way to figure out,
Than be away, erase all doubts.
184 · Nov 2020
Wind
rovieo Nov 2020
Don't be afraid, dear child,
This is meant for you this time.
Feel the breeze, feel the waves,
How the wind delivers his gaze.

Take it slow, it's all worthwhile,
These are yours, your heart's been kind.
Feel every word, that fill your lines,
The wind will bring back what's lost in time.

I've read the wind knows everything,
I've heard it blow away your pain.
Be still, dear child, lend an ear to listen,
Dearest wind will whisper you love again.

— The End —