Poetry is sharing those thoughts we keep hidden.
I want to believe my heart knows what’s best,
But wishing wells and shootings stars can’t fix
The past, it lingers behind every smile–
Unspoken affections and heart’s whispers.
Can we build a nest from our broken dreams?
Can we ride out the storm and crest the wave?
I know we will never forget, but maybe
When our hands meet again our hearts will shout,
Memories will collide, and tears will join
Together to sing a song of new love.
© Amanda Makepeace