Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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My poor little heart, listen close Someone is recitin' lovely prose
Its harmony is giving me solace I feel as if it's adorned with lace
But above all, this mellow voice Oh it has left me with no choice
All I want is to loose myself in it Then so trace down its every bit
And drink on its musical echoes To forget all my enemies 'n' foes
Lurking invisible, forever hidin' Oh but I never find it misguidin'
Lurin' me in soft words of prose And making me spin on my toes
I crave to fall for its silvery trap Oh why was I born in... . . . poetry's lap!
Author's Note
Lately, everyone has been praising my poetry where as I began writing as a novel writer on Wattpad. I've cried for my characters in the quietest of hours but lately, they haven't been paying a visit to me because they feel betrayed. They feel as if I have neglected them for my poetry and I feel guilty because I REALLY LOVE THEM. They accuse me that I'm a sucker for fame and that's why I've stopped caring for them..always running after my poetry. But...I don't want to tell them that..it's not me who doesn't love them. It's...people. Should I tell this to them or keep them blind about it? Tell me people... :'(
