Submissions by ssavena
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Struggling artist.
L.
I am here. I am everywhere.
Every place you’ve been, I have waited.
Every face you’ve seen I have worn.
I have one name but thousands.
On your birth I am your twin.
At your death I shall be your shadow.
In a mother’s womb I have slept.
In a hero’s cry I have risen.
In the smile of a bride I took pride.
In a widow’s tears I am crushed.
I am the pledge of a groom.
I am the passion left by the dead.
I am the spark in every kiss,
The eternal flame of every vow .
Fourteenth of February I was born.
I am the...
Every place you’ve been, I have waited.
Every face you’ve seen I have worn.
I have one name but thousands.
On your birth I am your twin.
At your death I shall be your shadow.
In a mother’s womb I have slept.
In a hero’s cry I have risen.
In the smile of a bride I took pride.
In a widow’s tears I am crushed.
I am the pledge of a groom.
I am the passion left by the dead.
I am the spark in every kiss,
The eternal flame of every vow .
Fourteenth of February I was born.
I am the...
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The Mo(u)rning
Long walks, long talks under the south sky, we knew it was love
December, snowflakes, cold night but you made it warm
White gown, black suits, sweet vows, but that’s not how it ends
Black lies, midnight fights, angry cries, we know it’s not love (not anymore)
This is the morning where the French man curses Paris
This is the morning where the sun loses its light
This is the morning where promises become lies
This is the morning where are love kisses the lips of goodbye
Chorus:
Because on the eighteenth, summer turns to winter
All that...
December, snowflakes, cold night but you made it warm
White gown, black suits, sweet vows, but that’s not how it ends
Black lies, midnight fights, angry cries, we know it’s not love (not anymore)
This is the morning where the French man curses Paris
This is the morning where the sun loses its light
This is the morning where promises become lies
This is the morning where are love kisses the lips of goodbye
Chorus:
Because on the eighteenth, summer turns to winter
All that...
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