domingo, 11 de maio de 2025

Longing

You of the fiercest gaze 
both in deep anger and great joy 
behind the smile ever of a boy 
that could set the world ablaze... 
 
How could I even try to return your love? 
 
You whose curls fall down your back 
broad and full of muscles lean 
strong enough to return me to my track 
and I thought I never would've seen... 
 
Are you proud of me from home above? 
 
You who blind me with bright light 
and grant me your most loving kiss 
with gentle hands that plague me to write 
and stare at the worst kind of abyss... 
 
Do you really know what I'm made of? 
 
Sorry that I'm yet to learn how to love who I am 
and that I'm yet to feel the warmth coming from your chest... 
If only I could give you now what you gave me then... 
My only hope is to fulfill our heart's main request... 
 
Tell me, will I ever be enough?
 
11/05/2025

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