Frozen thoughts of desire
Burnt inside me like a ring of fire
Worries and stories
Every little events newly invented
Were discovered as nothing but miseries.
Now that i am curious
I want to know my presence,
Your silence make me eager and furious
I lost which I never intended to find
I found what I wanted to lose
But then again,
I never intended to leave those behind.

Foggy night and the bluest hour
It begin to fade like an ancient flower
It dissolved like a droplet of dew
It appeared again but now from a different point of view.

Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...