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evanescencefan91
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ya i apologise
once more then i will go to bed
I still need to write my short story about the charasmatic young man that walks into an opera house (or box not sure which)
ya that's gonna be the first line the first line
very on books today
i wanted to try, had i given more though, had it not be late at night
it could be better, i made it here so if i wished i could revise it and have something to off of if i wished for something grand
I'm kind a proud a 175 word peom think it's one of my longest to date, though it has very little competition
but nonetheless melancholy love poem about books
Dear Books
The soft touch of your unread skin
Folds silently into mine
The soothing sound
Of a page turned
Comforts a heart that burned
You catch my tears as they fall
Ever into you
Only you will see the drop of sorrow
Splattered on the text
Souls that feel as black
As black as your words
Find solace only in you
Reality is no more
I am only in your world
Hope joy and love
My sadness is no more
Only me you are for
And only us we shall stay
as your pages shall never fray
Inside my mind lingers only you
If you felt, you’d feel it too
Dreams come to me in your comfort
Dreams still awake as day
Worlds yet unexplored
How I yearn to be yours
Words cannot be unlearned
You show me love you show me life
You show me a world void of strife
Reality sinks in
An existence
That does depend
On pulling away
away from you
But until the end
I will have a friend
once more then i will go to bed
I still need to write my short story about the charasmatic young man that walks into an opera house (or box not sure which)
ya that's gonna be the first line the first line
very on books today
i wanted to try, had i given more though, had it not be late at night
it could be better, i made it here so if i wished i could revise it and have something to off of if i wished for something grand
I'm kind a proud a 175 word peom think it's one of my longest to date, though it has very little competition
but nonetheless melancholy love poem about books
Dear Books
The soft touch of your unread skin
Folds silently into mine
The soothing sound
Of a page turned
Comforts a heart that burned
You catch my tears as they fall
Ever into you
Only you will see the drop of sorrow
Splattered on the text
Souls that feel as black
As black as your words
Find solace only in you
Reality is no more
I am only in your world
Hope joy and love
My sadness is no more
Only me you are for
And only us we shall stay
as your pages shall never fray
Inside my mind lingers only you
If you felt, you’d feel it too
Dreams come to me in your comfort
Dreams still awake as day
Worlds yet unexplored
How I yearn to be yours
Words cannot be unlearned
You show me love you show me life
You show me a world void of strife
Reality sinks in
An existence
That does depend
On pulling away
away from you
But until the end
I will have a friend
