• poetic__dreams_ 5w

    I searched blindly through the room
    To look for something
    That might relate you to me.
    A letter or a note
    That might speak for us.
    Or a picture of us together
    That might prove we met.
    I looked into the mirror,
    And into my eyes,
    To ask myself about you.
    There were no answers,
    Only those black eyes.
    Then, with the last ray of hope
    I searched for you
    Among those inked papers.
    And there you were,
    Elegantly surfaced on those sheets
    Like you were waiting for me
    To come and read you again.
    Your fragrance reaching out to me,
    Asking me to write another dream
    Of me, finding you.