[𝟒x 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒🏅]
'Shadows Within' - A collection of poems that screams in silence, weeps in darkness, and bleeds with every word. A raw and unflinching journey through the shattered remains of a soul, where trauma, pain, and vulnerability entwin...
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My Canvas laid breathing hard, restless, Bloody red brushstrokes on her, painted. I stood straight, my heart drawn to her, I stared lovingly at my art, She smiled a little, dipped in red, My eyes softened as I took in the details.
My strokes were harsh, to give the details, Her pulse weakened as I saw it, restless, The marks I left, paint of red, If I was gentle, she would have been less painted, She laid, the air drying my art, I sat near, a love song coming from her.
I gently touched a piece of her, My loving touch took the facial details. The laboured breathing of my art, Thumped the existence of my being- restless. My canvas laid there, my love painted, With the color of love- paints of red.
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