A (HOPELESS) ROMANTIC NIGHT

those eyes are burning sparklers stealing the night from the stars those sighs are concealed whispers— enticing my being, implying I was made for loving you are the fairy lights on vines ascending these high somber walls of mine proclaiming gentleness and serenity, breaking the wall is unnecessary— for we are over it now each …

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POETRY IN MOTION

You are a poetry in motion an epitome of flamboyance and grace a dainty lingering my sanity You are a metaphor swaying on the tip of my tongue melds into what I digest You are the nature of this piece— a hush within my gale, a gleam amidst my clouds, the lucidity on misty nights …

HURRICANE

The dusk devours the sun, I ponder how will I forget you? if I can see the heavy droplets of rain that you blotted on my neck when I look at the strewed clouds with tinges of red I can sense the impending storm my veins are absorbing, as they turn purple you took pleasure in the …