The Tale, part 1
She was a beacon of felicity
A gaze of alluring mystery
Tickling the molecules of thy being
Releasing endorphins; freeing
A delight, weather light or night
Tantalizing in voice and sight
Catching breath - exhale, inhale
Thy poet’s heart, a bleeding tale
The Tale, part 2
Etched on the bark, a memory left behind to be the sign for the future prospects of love
Mind absent, under the shade of a tree, a poet sits and writes from the heart, so it be
"I, for thee, will do anything, should it make you happy."
Love or lust, a trust that that evil hasn't gotten the best of us
Yearning, when the feeling of ignited passion is deserted
Jilted, leaving future prospects with a poet languid of their time
Unique, a memory or moment flashes behind my eyes
Reminisce, simple bliss that I miss; one amongst many on the list
Adhering to the practical, a place of comfort; so desolate from the world
Chasing hopes and wishes, a dreamer by design, with a fragile state of mind
Karma’s beautiful balance, carving a future forged from his feeling and past
Obscurity, dwelling plains for the tale of a poet; his heart longs
About the Creator
James Fristik
Hobby writer since I was 11 years old, with a passion for poetry and short stories. Grew up in a small town that I found a home in, and enjoy the quietness of my nature engrossed life. Lover of animals and owner of two black labs.
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