Poem of the Month

Let’s talk and see if you can answer me this.

Do you walk the streets alone and pretend there’s somebody to miss?

Or have you finally realised that the joy lays in your eyes, your heart, on your lips.

The soft spoken nature of your heart could lift the veil on a society so dark like its art, but you allow your mind to detach and depart for fear that this tough world could maybe break your heart.

That’s the catch, if one exists.

You blend into love just as easy as a palm into a fist, both equally bliss depending on your target.

Which one are you intending to miss?