By Isabella Rose
Sparkle in a loving embrace,
A present, a promise, a vow.
Semblance of a sacred soul,
Smoothed a rounded edge.
Soft and gentle in hands clasp,
A heartbeat, skip, and a smile.
Such worn, chipped, broken, breaks,
Settled with a kiss.
My one, my world, my living breath,
Calmed a tempest, internal strife.
She, of such angelic vision,
Levelled all my fears and pressed.
Warm embraces, cinnamon touch,
Glowing green, the grass we lay.
Planted seeds, of trees shadows,
Souls entwined, forever kept.
Placed at her feet, a once seldom stone,
Emptiness turns to the sun's sweet rays.
A missing piece of this puzzle, found,
Complete my edges, in silked-out love.
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Isabella Rose
I am a dedicated author with a passion for fiction. I own a joint business with my amazingly talented co-writer and poet, Raven Black.
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Gazing into the misty embrace of the steamed-up bathroom mirror, his desolation weighed heavily upon his soul like an anchor dragging him down. His pallid skin mirrored the color of despair, and his bloodshot eyes told tales of countless sleepless nights. “Never again,” he whispered, the words etching themselves into the depths of his weary being.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Horror
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This was so uplifting and powerful! Wonderful poem!
hi isabella ...can i talk to you