#poetic

Despair is a wild thing in my chest that knows no repose. It fills my veins with spectres of hope that vanish and I drown in

it’s true that I burnt down Rome for you. yes I fought myself and then bleed. bleed onto the paper but now the ink

Sleep is elusive. Hides in the back of my mind behind the myraid of fears I didn't know I have. I know I should sleep and

How sweet is a sincere hug from a sister of the soul. It wipes away your tears and puts hope in your heart once more! 

My love, know I am smiling because your eyes are still in my mind and the feel of your hands still linger on every curve I have.

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my

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I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry

All the warmth seemed to have left his limbs and concentrated in his heart, the blood pooling there, rushing, trying to

There's this ache inside of me This ache I can not scratch Its growing and consuming It's taking my sanity away

You call it life but I call it hell.

To have two people coincide at the exact same time when both have busy lives, responsabilities to bear, demands of time

My lips wait, red pomegrantes ready for harvest, dripping sweetness, waiting anxiously.

You open my soul and found it's a poetry book I have that beats in my chest disguised as a heart.

Fingers entwined I smile like the sun My heart flies like the wind My soul breathes like a dream

Everyday life is a challenge. So many things we need to balance, the things we need to do, the things we want to do. So

 I am at loss as to what to say to convey the entirety of this feeling that lives inside of me. You make my lips burst

You have made my heart into a canvas on which every day you paint your love.

Sometimes love grants us all the words in the world and sometimes it leaves us speechless.

Bring me into the rushing water of your river. 

Do you know how much vulnerability can be in the words, “I miss you.”? 

Sometimes melancholy gets the best of me and fills the place where you used to live and in doing so sings the song of your

I hear beyond the words, to the intentions of the heart beneath and I see them weaved in your words and they are the

I smile the sweetest smile for I feel him right here beside me, watching over me, holding me. His sweet tender presence