He wrote verses of his love among pages
which were worn and tattered.
Every stanza a piece of his soul,
each line the breath of longing.
She lived beyond his words,
not knowing what was in the poet's heart.
He bled ink alone,
hoping she would ever recognize his honest intentions.
While he created realms in prose,
she existed in untouched worlds.
In each poem,
he wove her essence in a silent adoration tapestry.
Unaware of the words she inspired,
she walked uncharted paths.
He wrapped her nature the very essence of her,
into every verse he wrote a woven tapestry of silent homage.
She walked through unexplored paths,
making herself unaware of the words.
She had brought forth In the forgotten poet’s poems,
he adored her a minstrel of hidden loveliness.
About the Creator
Ghost
A young person overflowing with imagination and compassion seeks to create a positive impact on the world by expressing their creativity through meaningful actions.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
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