You're not a hero of my novel,
You're just a tiny episode.
I've spent my soul, while writing poems,
You were like a glacier, boldly cold.
I' ve cried the heart completely out ,
You've stayed indifferent and closed .
You weren't meant to hear shouts,
Nor to react to who I was.
I saw in you my destination,
Yet didn't mean to alter lives.
You're right caring for a salvation,
I'm wrong, waiting for your soul's reply.
I longed for gentle warmth and cuddling,
Not physical, without lust .
For flame of souls, which doesn't burn, but sparkling,
And what is more , for endless trust.
Trust, that there's nothing accidental,
We face all people for an aim.
My life was pretty uneventful,
Before the Lord gave me you name.
You're not a hero, I'm not blaming,
I simply had to acquiesce :
A tiny episode...game changing...
You've changed my world without reverse...
- Author: Gregoria (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 11th, 2023 04:56
- Category: Love
- Views: 2
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