Sunday, 18 June 2017

Obscured

Laying low,
in the shadows.

Of insecurities,
I'm missing you.

Oh,
how I wish,
they could hear,
my little,
love tale.

But then again,
all I have,
was words,
words that,
I should hold on to.

I wish,
to walk,
this path,
with you.

Caraphernelia,
of heartaches,
which was,
unspoken for.

Obscured,
'till time comes,
when finally,
I'd call you,
mine.

NZMZ

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