I was something,
and her hands were my mould
a poem
a dream
a painting
and now a picture in a gold #frame on the wall.
But to me she was much more,
a heart
a home
a mind and a soul
and now a story I once told.
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The only awakened
every night
I always feared it
but felt beneath it
a sort of delight
Like I was a spark
of hopes and dreams
inside the dark
As time flies by
distress grows stronger
but I remain
the only shining light
#WritingCommunity#poetry
maybe I know
more than you think
maybe I love you
more than my pride
maybe you thought it’s just a blink
but I know you’re using my #blindside#vss365#writingcommmunity
Very patient
ordered mime
calm as the sea
in summer time
flexible being
existence sublime
Only fooled
sitting on a shrine
by an #explosion
with ticking time
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