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I will write you a poem
In verses woven with longing, I shall write,
Ensnared by the merciless breaker of our union,
Your absence suffocates, a relentless ache,
And through these words, I'll share my nightmares.
Nightmares born from the depths of my being,
Whispering tales of farewell and separation,
The night itself, a somber bride to my sorrow,
Embracing me tightly in your absence's wake.
I shall narrate the tale of a numbing cold,
An icy grip freezing the depths within,
A barren landscape bereft of your warmth,
A void that engulfs me in its desolation.
This madness, an unruly master of my mind,
A tempest raging, untamed and wild,
In your absence, it reigns supreme,
Conquering my thoughts with relentless force.
The hours of waiting, an endless abyss,
A precipice where my sanity teeters,
Whisperings of self-destruction echo,
As I navigate the labyrinth of your absence.
Those beautiful eyes, once vibrant and alive,
Now wearied from ceaseless searching,
Seeking that elusive presence, forever lost,
Trapped within the realm of your dreams.
I shall recount the pages of a melancholic tome,
Each one inked with tears shed in your name,
For you, my love, the protagonist of my pain,
Aching words etched upon the parchment of my heart.
Did you know, my queen, the prince's plight?
Aching and yearning in the wake of your absence,
His soul pining for your ethereal essence,
Forever burdened by the weight of your void.
Ensnared by the merciless breaker of our union,
Your absence suffocates, a relentless ache,
And through these words, I'll share my nightmares.
Nightmares born from the depths of my being,
Whispering tales of farewell and separation,
The night itself, a somber bride to my sorrow,
Embracing me tightly in your absence's wake.
I shall narrate the tale of a numbing cold,
An icy grip freezing the depths within,
A barren landscape bereft of your warmth,
A void that engulfs me in its desolation.
This madness, an unruly master of my mind,
A tempest raging, untamed and wild,
In your absence, it reigns supreme,
Conquering my thoughts with relentless force.
The hours of waiting, an endless abyss,
A precipice where my sanity teeters,
Whisperings of self-destruction echo,
As I navigate the labyrinth of your absence.
Those beautiful eyes, once vibrant and alive,
Now wearied from ceaseless searching,
Seeking that elusive presence, forever lost,
Trapped within the realm of your dreams.
I shall recount the pages of a melancholic tome,
Each one inked with tears shed in your name,
For you, my love, the protagonist of my pain,
Aching words etched upon the parchment of my heart.
Did you know, my queen, the prince's plight?
Aching and yearning in the wake of your absence,
His soul pining for your ethereal essence,
Forever burdened by the weight of your void.
Published 17th Apr 2024
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17th Apr 2024 11:21am
17th Apr 2024 11:59am
Thank you for your enchanting response! I'm glad that my previous write resonated with you. It's always a joy to evoke a sense of wonder and captivate with the beauty of words.
17th Apr 2024 5:57pm
