A child born out of wedlock's stain,
Longing for love, but none to gain.
A heart that beats with empty space,
Yearning for touch, a gentle face.
In shadows, they wander alone,
Unwanted, unloved, and unknown.
Their cries echo through the night,
Unheard, unseen, without a light.
They search for solace, a gentle hand,
A whispered promise, a loving stand.
But like a ghost, they fade away,
Invisible, in a world that's grey.
Their soul, a canvas, bare and wide,
Aches for brushstrokes of love inside.
Yet, like a whisper, love's denied,
Leaving scars that won't subside.
Still, they hold on to hope's thin thread,
A dream of love that's yet unsaid.
Perhaps someday, someone will see,
The beauty hidden in their legacy.
Comments
babadoo
oh my gosh, this made me tear up bro, author pls continue these beautiful poems /Smile/🥹
2025-08-23
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Gojo EnhypenTXT/EngeneMoa🦊 ✨
I don't believe it... It's looks really good /Proud/
2025-08-23
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Gojo EnhypenTXT/EngeneMoa🦊 ✨
Of course, the least we can do as readers since you give us such an amazing story 💞🌟
2025-08-23
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