Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
He, the powerful and brilliant sun- RA She, Venus, smaller than earth, orbiting his enticing light for no moon beckons to her in dark obsidian nights
Heart of mine sheds shards of tears from the pain of wanting you leaving cracks in the veined marble where our tender love once grew but now a mass of etched ecstasy stained stone.
Alone in this peaceful space with only my spirited thoughts forbidden luscious flowers tempting my life breathing light and free my inner passions set loose, unleashed.
In truth, what is love? Is it a broken soul pleading for help locked in a prison they created? Or a shadowy figure standing in darkness beckoning to you, yes, come here, to me Do you give your heart and your light?
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