Having the burden of carrying the emotion
He goes through life always hiding the obvious truth
The lairs of his heart run as deep as any ocean
Like centuries, ever since the days of his youth
He carries the messages of peace and kindness
While the sensation hides in between the lines
Hoping the air will imprint itself in likeness
Revealing the true fondness through all the signs
But he waits, with the patience of a dying star
Shining with a bright light trying to show her the way
Guiding her, knowing that she too will go so far
And in the void grasp the message he tried to convey
In the meantime, he longs to see her happiness
With the lovely smile she gives him when she waves
And though he delivers his notes with craftiness
The agent will take his secret love to the grave
Beautifully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian. I’ve been trying to get back into a really writing rhythm and cycle.