I wished fire

Oh how i wished there could be a fire
in eyes that talked so much,
in hands that yearned to touch
in heart that beat much faster
in words that  were said never.
But all i felt was an overpowering desire
to let eyes drink all that you showed
to let hands trace the things you owned
to let heart play music to your beat
to let words die before i could speak.

 

Written for We Write Poems [ fire] , Submitted to Poets Rally [week 41]

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0 thoughts on “I wished fire”

  1. Oh how i wished there could be a fire
    in eyes that talked so much,
    in hands that yearned to touch……

    love the lines very much.
    powerful fire,
    thanks for sharing…;)

  2. Gosh, if I am indeed reading this correctly (if there IS a correct version, which so often there isn’t),then this is so sad! The speaker of the poem has such a heart and I feel sad for them as they realise that little hides behind the facade of the attention seeker, who seems to possess no desire other than to be wanted and liked. And yet, the sadness continues in the realisation that the facade could indeed be an insecurity on the part of the attention-seeker whose ‘eyes []talked so much’ -perhaps even with a different reason to that which is noticed on a first reason.
    Compelling and skillful! Thank you for sharing.
    glh 🙂

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