The ink still bleeds on the pages.
A half-written story, Love’s Flame Rage
I yearn to write some lines, a hidden hope.
Pages have already burned, leaving no scope.
New pages beckon, a future untold,
Yet starting alone feels strangely cold.
You turn the corner, a chapter complete.
While I linger here, my emotions are bittersweet.
But goodbyes whisper truths, soft and profound.
Growth requires space on fertile ground.
People don't belong on the same page forever.
One has to turn the page and start another.
The lessons we learned will forever shine.
Thank you for the chapter, the laughter, and the tears.
May our endings be well, and may our future
It holds cheers.
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Amour et Poésie: Love in Verse
PoesiaThis book is a collection of my poems. Some of them are written from the viewpoint of a teenage girl, capturing her dreams and romantic fantasies. Others are written from the perspective of a young woman who has moved past her teenage years, reminis...
