Though it slips through the veil of now, I'll be the twinkling star
That maps your midnight path
A silent sentile in the vast expanse.
I'll be the guitar ^
Strumming the chords of your favorite song
A reverberating echoe through the quiet hours.
In the quiet thrum of our shared space,
I will be the rhythm in your sleep
The steady pulse that guides your dreams.
I'll be yours
A constant in the shifting tides of time, woven into the very air we breath.
Forever written into the fabric of our days.
A promise, undiminished by the years.
YOU ARE READING
Wilted roses from me
PoetryDelves into the beauty and fragility of human emotion through evocative and poignant poetry. This collection captures the essence of sorrow, love and introspection with a unique blend of lyrical elegance and raw honesty. Each verse/stanza explores...
