A poem about: I am not good at expressing but I am…

I am not good at expressing but I am working on that.I am good at writing them .Making the words feel alive, meaningful.Truthful. Here it goes, hope you understand my method. But I never dreamed that I could fall, but something came over me. And now im sitting and staring at the wall,Afraid for my sanity.. the sound of your voice the first time I saw you.... its haunting me. I am still trying to come to my senses but I cannot look back now. So im taking my chances. I have this feeling that I need to get to know you on a personal level. To share our experiences with each other. To entwine our minds and see what makes each other function in this crazy world. And to hopefully on day share our hearts to one another. I feel you are a busy person. A hard worker. So I try not to waste your time or bother you. But lately I have been thinking of you. The little time I get to talk to you makes me feel energized. Like time freezes. It's exhilarating. It lifts my darkness away... I hope you understand this message Brooklyn. I bid you a good rest of your day and a lovely goodnight.

In the quiet dance of pen on page,
I find the worlds I cannot say,
Harvesting thoughts, in shadow they flicker,
Where truth lies slow, yet words grow thicker.

A chance encounter set my heart to flight,
Your voice a ghost in the depth of night,
I'm caught in longing's gentle snare,
Afraid for sanity, yet daring to care.

Eyes on the wall, hope in the chance,
A leap toward shared circumstance,
To knit our thoughts, a tapestry bright,
And walk this maze, guided by light.

Though time's sparing hand holds us apart,
Thoughts of you ignite my heart,
I feel the buzz of the precious few,
Moments where time stands anew.

Brooklyn, I send these thoughts in streams,
Tides of hope, woven in dreams,
May day end softly, night’s embrace light,
With these words, I wish you goodnight.

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In the quiet dance of pen on page, I find the worlds I cannot say, Harvesting thoughts, in shadow they flicker, Where truth lies slow, yet words grow thicker. A chance encounter set my heart to flight, Your voice a ghost in the depth of night, I'm caught in longing's gentle snare, Afraid for sanity, yet daring to care. Eyes on the wall, hope in the chance, A leap toward shared circumstance, To knit our thoughts, a tapestry bright, And walk this maze, guided by light. Though time's sparing hand holds us apart, Thoughts of you ignite my heart, I feel the buzz of the precious few, Moments where time stands anew. Brooklyn, I send these thoughts in streams, Tides of hope, woven in dreams, May day end softly, night’s embrace light, With these words, I wish you goodnight.