rose tinted glasses
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- Parts 16
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Love is Poetry, Poetry is Love. A love for words, and words can turn to Love, and to People in Love. a love story, an angst story, a questioning story, persons with no characterisation, who live in your mind and heart, dreaming in a life of verse, metaphor, symbolism, surrealism, in an attempt to capture what is illusion, what is real. The speaker could be you, your fiancée, your past, your present, your future. Dare you to journey along. [as you well know it is and it will always be, a work in progress, until the knowing winds carry this vital sign away beyond the border. may it keep you company in your lonesome nights, and tiresome days, the cool water that washes away the dust of cares from your chafed lips. do i need to say, © all rights reserved 2017. all portions of the works herein created, presented, its texts, and even its unique structure, should never be appropriated nor reproduced without the expressed, written permission of the author. i am preparing a cherished, dynamic novel for my wattpad friends, something that keeps my mind in a continuous state of pregnancy and gestation it could break water any moment, if i don't have to work to feed my kids, but the writer in me could not be put down, not even by economics. it will accompany this elder child, soon. the cover is a bit, hurried work of art but i am proud of it, and my domestic partner approves, long may she live. Long may you live, dear reader. i am closer to you than you could ever, ever, imagine.] So, it begins, one rain swept night.Complete
Ceasefire Of The Blues
Life can be gloomy and heavy sometimes, but when you least expect it, you may encounter a fresh gust of wind that brings the warmth of love. In those moments, the clouds of melancholy and despair part, and there is a ceasefire of the blues!Complete
HEART OF THE POET
This is where dreams are made and shattered. For every feeling I've got something for you, whether you're in love, lost, heartbroken, bored, don't worry I've got you. So just sit tight and enjoy your read.Complete
midnight thoughts (poetry)
• always a poet never the muse• These are the collected thoughts of an ordinary teenager who loves romanticising everything.
Weight of Words
Poetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.Complete
Tales of A Romantic Poet
Welcome to the world of a romantic storyteller. I have to warn you, you'll either be filled with so much love or a lot of heartbreak. But still, a romantic's heart cannot be broken 💘
Love is Poetry, Poetry is Love. A love for words, and words can turn to Love, and to People in Love. a love story, an angst story, a questioning story, persons with no characterisation, who live in your mind and heart, dreaming in a life of verse, metaphor, symbolism, surrealism, in an attempt to capture what is illusion, what is real. The speaker could be you, your fiancée, your past, your present, your future. Dare you to journey along. [as you well know it is and it will always be, a work in progress, until the knowing winds carry this vital sign away beyond the border. may it keep you company in your lonesome nights, and tiresome days, the cool water that washes away the dust of cares from your chafed lips. do i need to say, © all rights reserved 2017. all portions of the works herein created, presented, its texts, and even its unique structure, should never be appropriated nor reproduced without the expressed, written permission of the author. i am preparing a cherished, dynamic novel for my wattpad friends, something that keeps my mind in a continuous state of pregnancy and gestation it could break water any moment, if i don't have to work to feed my kids, but the writer in me could not be put down, not even by economics. it will accompany this elder child, soon. the cover is a bit, hurried work of art but i am proud of it, and my domestic partner approves, long may she live. Long may you live, dear reader. i am closer to you than you could ever, ever, imagine.] So, it begins, one rain swept night.
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