The weather is calm,
the breeze, cold and soothing.
I do not flow with it, though,
my head feels heavy, the grey blobs,
clouds appear to be near,
hovering just over my head
the occasional drizzles feel
like the tears.
My pen ceases to write,
leaving blots of ink
smudged on the paper.
As if saying enough written,
enough said.
A wry smile caresses my lips
and melancholy stroke my eyes
this sensitive balance of contrasting emotions
is playing the strings of disequilibrium in my
SYMPTOMS of missing you perhaps.



LOVE ❤ ❤


5 Comments Add yours

      1. still the poetry rules….

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      2. RENEE says:

        oh thank you so much..!!!
        🙂 ❤

        Liked by 1 person

      3. my pleasure Renee…regards…

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