Your portrait's blurred, erased by time,
There's nothing left.
Just repercussions of your soul in mine -
An audacious theft.
I have been robbed of my soul's peace
It was my fault
That I allowed myself to dream
In ways too bold...
I wanna stop bleeding on paper and yet I still unable to do it...
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2025 06:06
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Some blood on paper gives it color and character, too much makes it hard to read. This a lovely write
Thank you tons for your kind words. I'll try not to overwhelm a reader by unnecessary " too much". Your comment is very much too the point. I appreciate it.
You are most welcome
BRAVO
💙💙💙
You're welcome
That is a beautiful touching write, very nicely written
The bleeding is therapeutic. Nice.
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