This isn't a poem, no.
No more, furthermore home alone,
confused? Basically solemn,
where did you go.
Simple words, Secret Souls.
I miss you more than the
most lovely of nights, most
belonging to pure eyes beholden.
Amongst differences, you and me
can cast similar shadows, yet tainted
with time's restless persistence.
From two, oh from two loves I came.
Your hand and her whole, I passed
like the smoothest of roots within
a dampened, subcumed soil.
Let us speak then!
Let us reclaim, remold
something of a bond,
relinquished to remants of
an invincible hand I used to hold.
I love you, and Ihateyou.
Under my breath, smiles and
woes cannot share the same
moment. Yet, these futile feelings
last as calmly as they come, silent
and alone. Daddy, you're my growth
within arid, and lonely thresholds.
My leader, My soilder
guide like once felt,
and love me like once held.
Moments passed, the forsaken
and forgiving past. Let's remove
our masks, and replenish our
empty souls without heed
or doubtful recoil.
Dwelling on senseless seeds,
like those springing from the pores
only to be seen by the unreached grounds,
I am forever perplexed by you
and will always leave hands likes holes
within your reach, within your fufilling
prescene that's unattainable, yet drowned and dull.
Shrouded inside and sunken beyond retrival,
memories I cannot see, nor hear
yet feelings, touching my most inner and composed.
Of veins through to my heart, are you so near
yet so very, very far apart.