A.N :
This is the first poem I wrote, the one I'm talking about in my bio.
It's written at age 12. I guess it shows, but I just wanted to share it with you...
Confusion
I love him.
Yet, I don’t know whom I love.
I need him, still.
But is his touch the one I need so much?
Is he my star above?
In the night my only light…
Is his kiss the one I miss?
Or his eyes…
Sunset, sunrise in his arms…
Who’s his…He is who…
And who is what?
I feel him near…
I have no fear!
But is he…
In heart the only fire,
The wish and desire?
And finely, I ask:
Is he my future?
Or my past…
© Timea K. Szűcs