We\u2019ve never met in person,
But our words bridge the gap,
A connection forged in messages,
Where time seems to lapse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We talk about our days,
The little things, the big,
I\u2019ve learned the way you think,
And the songs that make you sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your voice is just text on a screen,
But it\u2019s music to my soul,
Every word you send my way
Makes my broken heart feel whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve never touched your hand,
Or seen your smile in real life,
But through our endless conversations,
I\u2019ve imagined you by my side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes I wonder,
Do you feel the same as me?
Is there a spark in your heart
That longs for what could be?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m falling for someone
I\u2019ve never held close,
But your words wrap around me,
In a way no one knows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You make me laugh with stories,
You comfort me with care,
And even in the silence,
I feel you\u2019re always there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want to tell you everything,
The feelings I\u2019ve kept inside,
But I\u2019m scared to break the magic,
And let the truth collide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because what if you don\u2019t feel it?
What if it\u2019s just me?
Loving you across the miles,
Through a screen I can\u2019t see through clearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But for now, I\u2019ll cherish our words,
Every message, every chat,
Because in this digital space,
My heart has found where it\u2019s at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And maybe one day,
When the time is right,
We\u2019ll close the distance
And turn the words into light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But until then, I\u2019ll be here,
Speaking to you through the glow,
Hoping that one day,
You\u2019ll feel the love I\u2019ve yet to show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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