Real Life Angel #16 : The Beauty Of Things Unseen
Written for Martina
For shame at last
The time of the final song had passed
Slowly the world grew whist
There was no climax
No moment of inherent or explicit passion
Seemingly a surprise to many in these modern days
Just two people on a bench in the park
Playing music straight from the heart
Caught in the so called "flow"
We sat there for days on end
Till both our voices dimned
She collapsed, but I took her hand
Held her up and kept watch
Brought her home
Lifted her into her dreams
And sullenly walked away
Only to fall asleep in the middle of the street
Where I dreamt of things
That were never to be
whispering softly
"Shut up heart this couldn't possibly be..."
It started with two poems for a friend
The greatest person I'd known in life
But immediately two became four
When I realized she was so much more
Four soon were ten
Now I'm writing
Not knowing where I'll end
Some say that true love means
Just wanting to be besides your loved one
Not even knowing how you'd go about romantic acts
When the kiss will be like the first kiss you've ever known
Chivalry isn't dead, it's just living silently in the background
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Real Life Angel
PoetryThis is poetry written for Martina (not gonna add the last name for privacy reasons ofc) about Martina and involving her just the same, All poems are related tho 1,2,8,13,20 are very descriptive and not wholly tied to the story that runs through the...
