There is sound from the neighboring room. There is sound and it’s an instrument being strummed. And there is a voice singing. There is a voice, and it’s singing in a tongue I don’t know. It’s singing a song and it’s soothing to me. It’s soothing and it’s swaddling my ailing mind.
To you I come once moreTo whisper in your ear my secretsAnd disclose my intimate thoughtsMy diary is neglectedBecause to you I confessMy darkest feelings and exposeMy truest fearsI have only known you a short whileBut you know the mostWhen my friendship collapsedTo you I told my storyAnd admitted my blindnessWith you I sharedMy teenage … Read more Dear Poetry