First Beats
A powdered sky sparkled
With icy unreacheable stars
Over my hurt pride
And the tears that wouldn’t stop
Falling on my frozen cheeks.
A lonely seeker of the unseen
Stepping out into the deserted alley
Calling out for me
To save me from myself
And my dellusions of perfections.
Because what does their choice
Matter to me
When you are waiting in the
Deserted alley?
I lit out candles and burnt incense.
I kneeled and pulled out of my bag
The present that you gave me, this very night.
I held my breath and opened the box.
I was expecting a cherrished letter.
Instead, I found the whispers
Of your lonely heart
Struggling to be heard.
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