Cookies in a bag
In shadows deep, where hopes unfold
I stand alone, a tale untold.
For all I give, in vain, it seems
The love I yearn for drifts in dreams.
My father’s gaze, a distant shore
My mother’s touch, a mythic lore.
Love’s fleeting spark, a fleeting grace
Yet none will hold me in their embrace.
The hearts I seek, they pass me by
Their fleeting glances, fleeting sighs.
The ones who stay, they never see
The love I hold, the part of me.
Like cookies crushed in reckless hands
My feelings scatter, grains of sand.
In every shake, in every tear
I lose the self I hold so dear.
Yet in this pain, a truth reveals
That worth’s not measured by what’s dealt.
For I am more than what’s expressed
A human heart, in aching quest.
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