In a world now where it seems so hard to breathe
You made me gasp but of pleasure.
When it was so hard to even write a letter
You made me write a whole chapter.
The unplanned:
Always the unplanned which makes the heart go fonder.
I'd like to be chased, chased with words and poetry
You showered me prose and adventure.
How could I stop singing,
How do I stop writing?
How do I make you a hero?
I could not make you the hero.
I am Hera and I destroy what I love.
You see, agape mou?
I'd built it in Greek and I'd destroy it in Greek.
Adventure and Prose.
Breath-taking Collisions.
Deception of feelings and emotions.
Pages and characters are only hard bounds.
How do I get myself out of the reality with sparks and ignitions when there'll only be an earth-shattering collision?
🔥
Hera of the Universe
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
