i found my
Prince Charming
but he said
he did not
want his crown
because it was
too heavy.
but the shoe fit.
i held him
every night
in the stillness
praying the darkness
would never end
because in the morning
i would need to kiss
his forehead
and say goodbye
because he wanted
to go.
his beautiful face
stares at me
in the river
in the fields
and the flowers
that wither
while i wait for
the sound of his footsteps.
in my fortress
of longing
i have found
magic
in the memory
of someone
who made my heart
sing.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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I have found magic in thw memory of someone who made my heart sing. Loved your poem and that's my most favourite line!
Pulls on your heart-strings!