I curse that wretched fading of the light
That which mocks my unending plight
Of longing for a timeless and eternal life
To exist endlessly in every word I write
When buttered yellow falls into arms
Of an ink-spilled night
The slowing of my pen
Will shake me with fright
But in my final pages
I will see with delight
My sweet words carrying me
Into the the crisp daylight
YOU ARE READING
~ ♥️ 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓍 ♥️ ~ 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈
Poetry𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭.. Hi loves! This is my first post, a short collection of some of my favorite poems and short stories written by me. I will be adding to it as I think of...
