To Apsana, my true love
(2015)
This was written for my love. She wrote a poem comparing her as the moon and I the sun. So inspired by that I brought forth my answer to her lovely poem. I love you Apsana.
Nice poem...
Thank you. It is a little mushy and cliche. But I write for what I love.
It was said life was a box of choc… Never to know what you will get Surprises around every corner Tasting the perfect one, congrats… But wait... that sweetness is flee…
Madelynn, your love was strong and… It was the best of times and the w… We were young and out of our minds But at one point we did love each… I’ve lied, hurt and broke you
strangers to acquaintances is a funny phrase all it takes is one to take a leap… or in our case a seat and the rest would be history
I lost the idea of life. The only constant is pain, pain that dances along a strife fi… mixed with tears that drop upon my… just like rain...
For the longest time, I envied Wo… How powerful they truly were, and… Using them simply as a catalyst, To create worlds that others would… To create a fantasy for the broken…
My mistakes have made me Intro to my life Kindly plays upon the words Always a mess with my approach Yet they all continue to flow
The dark silhouette of my love rav… How the light blinds my conscious Allowing me only sight of the divi… Outlining everything that I crave With each curve that I would kiss
I wrote to remember each word a memory of moments in t… like a heartbeat, they show ups an… a string of film, simple and not c… showing a joker with a fallen crow…
Story Its been so long hasn’t it? To think that we once thought of t… Where life was like France La Vie En Rose
The smile from Lisa is known worl… Simple yet magnificent Painted beautifully to capture for… Multiple onlookers, day in-day out Time flows freely, yet her emotion…
Look outside my dear, Do you see the rain dancing? Prancing around the petals of our… Oh how they can change that vibran… From a beautiful, elegant Red;
seasons come and go— Autumn falls deep into Winter’s frigid embrace, a powdered laced s… pillow to rest your head upon to fall is to be tricked...
I sit here rereading every word I… Hiding my feelings in these lines—… To explain who I was and who I am Yet I still yearn to cross that t… To see what’s beyond the sea
Breathe Is what I have to say whenever I… For I lose myself Within your smile that shines brig… Than the stars within the night sk…
Let’s take a break— Those words fell fast and hard. As they escaped Her lips— Slipping the knife into my heart
Vic Evora
9yNice poem...
SJB
9yThank you. It is a little mushy and cliche. But I write for what I love.