In ink-stained nights, where words would flow,
An author's heart held an ache, aglow.
Upon blank pages, emotions spilled,
Longing for a love, destiny willed.
With every verse, a silent plea,
To win back love, to set love free.
Each line penned, a heartfelt script,
Yearning for the lost, love's fellowship.
In metaphors and phrases spun,
The writer wished for love undone.
To rewrite fate, to change the past,
To resurrect a love that couldn't last.
Through prose and rhyme, emotions poured,
A writer's heart, to love restored.
To pen a tale of love's comeback,
To rekindle flames, love's golden track.
With every stroke of the writer's pen,
The hope to reunite again.
To bridge the distance, love to stack,
A writer's quest, to win love back.
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Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
