Dreams in my eyes
In quiet dark night, my eyes shimmer
Seeing your shadow in my eyes
A silent sound of hope, waiting for you
In canvas of vision, i could see you are dancing
Maybe your hands pointing to the sky
The stars are throwing down into your eyes
I could remember how we met
I don't know how you felt when i told you
Things changed, and new year came
Years pass by and your in my heart still
I still dream about you, and you don't care
My heart lies that you would come back?
If this is the real world
Could you hear my words?
Written by
Syeda Tamseel Fatima Hussain
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Tamseel Hussain and writers in Poets and other communities.
Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson6 days ago in Pride
Comments (1)
This broke my heart so much. Loved your poem!