Dedicated to TheBibicalSinner
Your books so divine, yet so sinful but I wouldn't ask for salvation any less because I go right back to sinning all over, reading them, engraving each word so perfectly in my heart.
Your scenes, filthy and dirty yet they calm my restless mind, leaving me with a fantasy of my own.
Your words so thoughtfully written, and just like your last book; the violinist left me, and I'm sure every reader craving for more.
It is said; that a writer leaves a piece of himself in his writings, but you left us with so much more and I... we... can't thank you enough.
It was a rather bumpy ride, one I wouldn't mind embarking on again.
A temporary drug to my rather shameless mind, and if there exists an antidote to erase all thoughts of it. Then Lord save my soul.
And so I.. We wait, for the next piece of writing; one that would surely leave us panting for more. Till then, like you would say...
Cheers!
~Jesus, I hope this isn't too much~.
YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
