Her pov:
In the verse of literature, she stands
A wordsmith of dreams, with delicate hands
She weaves tales of love with ink on her quill,
Yet within her own story, a pain to fulfill
Each drop of ink, a silent, somber chatter
As my quill breaks the ink spatter
Tears roll down her cheek one by one
Years take their peak, undone
In the pages she penned, love's tale to share,
A boy she admired, a bond beyond compare
Yet, shadows crept in, love's echo unclear,
The boy who was dear, now causing a tear
Annoyed he was of her, he had said
After hearing those words, it felt like a bullet to the head
Instead of ink that spattered, it was her own blood
Drowning so deep, within this endless flood
How could he have hurt her to this extent?
When he knew how much to her he truly meant
She prays for him, his well-being, each day,
Love's price we pay, in the debts that weigh
I wonder if he feels the pain she's concealing,
In the echoes of silence, her heart's revealing
Now in the ink of sorrow, her tears weave
Stories of heart break, the pain she retrieve
She still loves him, even after all this
In the shadow's kiss, a love amiss
CZYTASZ
The Light in Her Poetry
Poezja"The Light in Her Poetry" is a captivating collection of 100 poems that explores a wide range of human emotions and experiences, from joy to despair, love to heartbreak, and reflections on faith to life's journey. With a blend of happy, sad, love, s...
