Eyes wide shut yet I see – landscape of your physique, luscious crevices of thy lips; heightened senses, still perceives – lingering tender lit’le kisses, stirring scent surrounding thee, racing heartbeat, muffled screams; such sweet mem’ry envelops me – our lost love, forever haunting still. #introtopoetry
Write, even after they stopped reading. Write when everything doesn’t make sense. Write, even if what you write does not make sense. Write, even if it feels like nothing’s in its right place. Write, as if you let all the burden, the chaos, the drama, the pain, the tension, the anxiety escape through your fingertips.… Continue reading Even when nobody reads.