A place to show my work
Promises made, some unfulfilled,
Whispers of love, my heart is thrilled.
Chasing shadows, a game I play,
Hoping for warmth to light my way.
Is there a spark hiding in me,
Longing for love to be wild and free?
Through heartache and tears, I still believe,
One day, I’ll find the joy I seek to receive.
Promises made,
yet never fulfilled,
I find myself asking,
“Why do I still care?”
Is my yearning for love,
for acceptance,
so deep,
so desperate?
In the quiet dawn,
Whispers of change fill the air,
Promises unfurl,
Stepping past the shadows’ hold,
Hope ignites the heart anew.
MAD Missy
M.A.D. Works 