Someone captured my attention;
a melodious sound of a strumming guitar
followed by a soft, modulated,
and sonorous voice of a man.
He sang with grace, yet he had this look on his eyes—
the look of wanting to be found.
As if he were disconnected from this world,
like he's living in another dimension.
He makes everyone stop right in their tracks,
and stared at him with awe and wonder.
Not even I was exempted from his bewitching serenade.
With every strum of his fingers—I knew that he would strike
all the perfect chords of my heartstring.
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See You On The Other Side
Poetry"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
