Cynical mind, cold heart,
I’ve stopped searching for you, sweetheart.
The solitude I live in has taught me a lot,
Indifference and no emotions in my thought.
My hands burning from controlling these reins,
The hurting took my sunshine, only the storm remains.
I thought you’d hear my soul calling,
But now you’ve just been stonewalling.
So now I know that I don’t need you,
The storm and I are one, it doesn’t seem to subdue.
I remember craving for serenity,
How did I end up in this insanity?
My subconscious knows we’re destined to meet,
You’re the only thing making my heart beat.
Sometimes when I do see a break in the clouds,
It’s your face I search for in the crowds.
-Hey everyone! I hope you all are safe and sound. This poem is a continuation of ‘My Tempestuousness’, I got the idea from a friend and I really wanted to do something with it. So, let’s see will I find what I’ve been looking for or will this is storm consume me?
Let me know what you think!