It must’ve been another world or something we must’ve been wholly tied to each other, to a point where we could tell each others’ thoughts, finish each others’ sentences… but thats a story for a different poem somewhere between that world and this, one of us must’ve lost our way. Something must’ve gone wrong, because we should’ve arrived here at the same time probably in the same place… but we missed each other by miles and years. So over the years, we’ve gone full circle not

Those were the quiet years.They lasted a while. They were the days of breaking vases, spilling oils and shedding tears, The months of digging deep and waiting in the darkness. thick darkness. One that could be felt.In the years of waiting, I was alone. It wasn’t an exodus. It was an exile. And in those moments, I longed for company. I remember the long lightless loneliness. but that’s all I remember. #poetry

Harmonious on the outside, conflicting within. She’s defined by the content of her soul and not her skin. No matter how much of her heart she wears on her sleeve, theres more hidden than perceived Like two peas, her heart and her mind reside out of sync, but in a pod, A lady on the outside, a fierce animal within, presentable for everyone, but rotten as sin. her strength is her beauty her beauty is like the Sun’s, and the Sun is her Source. #charachter #emotions #Poems #poetr