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To be able to connect with another person can be a rare thing to find. To find a true loving deep connection is even rarer. I long to connect and build something deep and meaningful. This is a poem about that.
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I reach through static, smoke, and glass,
where voices flicker, fade, and pass.
The world hums cold, a neon blur,
yet still I ache for something pure.
A glance that lingers, eyes that see,
not just the mask, but all of me.
Not filtered truth or practiced grace,
but trembling hands, a naked face.
We speak in fragments, hope in code,
two satellites on overload.
Yet in your laugh, a warmth, a spark
a light that cuts through all the dark.
In fractured times, I still believe,
a soul can touch, and not just leave.
To be able to connect with another person can be a rare thing to find. To find a true loving deep connection is even rarer. I long to connect and build something deep and meaningful. This is a poem about that.
Just click Add to Cart and once you have purchased the item you will receive a link which will direct you to the site you can edit the text and background.
I reach through static, smoke, and glass,
where voices flicker, fade, and pass.
The world hums cold, a neon blur,
yet still I ache for something pure.
A glance that lingers, eyes that see,
not just the mask, but all of me.
Not filtered truth or practiced grace,
but trembling hands, a naked face.
We speak in fragments, hope in code,
two satellites on overload.
Yet in your laugh, a warmth, a spark
a light that cuts through all the dark.
In fractured times, I still believe,
a soul can touch, and not just leave.