Morgane Poem, by APB, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

Morgane,

My French chérie,

Your body, though small, took pain,

Your soul, though big, shrank from pain,

Your name, feels like a touch on my skin,

Your hand, I never felt, touched my soul within,

I never know why I hurt you,

But I never used you,

I never know why I hurt you,

But you hurt me too, when you left me,

I pray for la chance when I get to speak to you again,

My French pride,

My lady, a royal status only known by me,

I've seen you broken,

I've seen you smile,

I've seen you crying,

I've seen you laugh,

I've made you cry,

I've made you smile

I've made you broken,

But for a while, you were mine,

If I ever get to speak to you,

Ma chérie, je suis tout pour toi.

Comments +

Thomas W Case November 21st, 2023 21:00
Excellent work.
- Alex PBNovember 27th, 2023 06:12
  Thank you for your kind words 🙂
orchidee November 22nd, 2023 02:56
Good write A.
- Alex PBNovember 27th, 2023 06:12
  Thank you 🙂

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