inside the silence weep for days undone
weep bitter tears for the covet
die a little for the touch I never had
keen within the melancholy blue
December romance, fate doesn't allow
summertime need isn't given
desire urges me further
passion to unfurl my darkness
it is the gloaming of my days
and I am without my glitter
where age didn't wither doubt hinders
so I sit in the void without you
my soul will always know you
my heart will always regret
the love incited by lust
and let go of like it never was
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Summary:
fiction heartbreak
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Sorrowfully beautiful. Truly artistry in language that flows all the way until the end. You have a talent with words that is exquisite even in its sorrow. Fine art here, my friend.
John
hello dearest John bittersweet is love in my view thank you for the love on this ❤️
Never got to read your writing….just couldn’t get past the image of that stunning woman you provided….lol
hello dearest Benny yes she is stunning I was looking for a more mature woman to go with the poem thank you for your response I spend a lot of time for the right images ❤️
Lovely, Brenda. Better to let go sometimes. Lovely!
thank you graciously dearest Daniel I never really let go though ❤️