Do Not Close the Window

I look obedient from behind

the curtain of your eyelid.

My body craves a bit of honesty.

My destiny dreams of a hint of

miraculous faith

in the unknown.

You put on a smile that is so hard to

meet in this reality.

You put a few thoughts in your head

to help you look down.

My love is dying in the depths

of greed, life pretends to

stumble over the white stone

of hope.

My heart is made of paper,

my conscience has been politely washed

and put away for later.

Do not close the window,

leave the door open.

The cake from yesterday's twilight

is still soft.

Lonely tears smell like you.

Reviews

[lightsong]

You are an expert of emotions. here, there are some really deep profound ones the wonderful about your pen that You speak them with clarity, with calmness, not in a messy way. many do this when they are expressing their deep feelings specially with pain, bringing it out all over the place and the reader will feel lost. but You did not as I've said and that's why I said You are an expert of feelings. no deny of a big wound there, yet this feels as a healing, a let go... because in letting go faith and hope grow. well... now your last line is absolutely breathtakingly creative :> all the best my friend❤️

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you very much for such a sensational interpretation of my poem. It's very nice that you like my writing style. I feel motivated to keep creating. Of course, I will be very glad and happy if you visit me from time to time. I will come back to you. Have a nice day!

[lightsong]

You are welcome my dear :> and sure I will visit when I can. a most beautiful day for You too~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

later may never come if love is dying, but if the door is still open, that cake is still as fresh as the love once was.
decorate it with kisses, and to hell with reality.
That which we make up is always better than that which is.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Is there anything more dangerous for a paper heart than tears?
Very beautiful poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Hope has run out here. The future uncertain. Another strong emotional write which touches the reader. Heartache is not a friend. Great poetic expression Katarzyna.

Chris

[M. J. Smith]

The sad words of a broken heart... Only a heart of stone would not break. Nicely written.