In shadows deep where whispers twine,
I danced with dreams of love divine.
A bride of dusk, in lace and gloom,
With ghostly grace, she swept the room.
From opera's heart, a haunting tune,
Where masked desires beneath the moon.
And Draculas charm, both fierce and fair,
A timeless tale in midnight air.
As a child, I found in tales so bold,
A world of wonders, bright and old.
In every sigh and every glance,
I cherished life, I chanced romance.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoesiaLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
