He strides on earnest embers, designedly, decidedly.
Charring, searing- his core, his soul.
His hands still clutching that drilled decree,
With a stenciled smile, but those eyes, they told.
Cut, stitched and scarred- cured yet healing,
The wound is gone but the pain is still reeling.
She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure,
The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure.
She strides on earnest embers now, decidedly, designedly.
Exploring, deploring- his core, his soul.
Her hands still missing that deserved authority,
With a ceded chance, she'll melt, she'll mold.
6 comments:
u deserve a pat on ur back for dis one... :) lovely thought....ppl cant mak out of dis side in you....
super blog...
"She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure,
The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure.She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure,
The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure."
This undeniably beautiful. No critique yet. ;)
Hi, it's a great blog.
I could tell how much efforts you've taken on it.
Keep doing!
Beautiful, wonderful
very well written.
and careful, that those embers don't char you completely.
wow..
loved it..
especially the line
The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure.
do login and post on the site..this creation deserves to be read by many!!
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