Within the depths of my heart,
a love once bloomed,
But like a withered rose,
it faded too soon.
Through tear-streaked nights,
I found solace in pen,
Turning pain into prose,
again and again.Each word a whisper
of the love that once burned,
Now fuel for my fire,
lessons hard-learned.
Though love may have faltered,
its memory remains,
A muse for my verses,
amidst life's gains and pains.So here I stand,
a writer forged from despair,
Transforming heartache into art,
with tender care.
For in every verse,
my failed love resides,
A bittersweet muse,
where beauty and pain coincide.Gisoul, Her words beyond her soul.
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Her Words Beyond Her Soul
PoesíaWords of pain, Words of love, Words of life, Words of soul. Short stories, Series of poems. Her words she wanted to express, Her words beyond her soul. Date Started: 01.29.24 Date Finished: 02.16.24