#writercorner

The little light fell to its death; A spark caught upon my lips, and I so Hoped for breath!  I thought that was why I had kept the bone dagger, But all that came out was, still, just blood

To express my love

We’re like Ocean, on the Surface it's all nice. The waves rolling, all calm, all riches. But the deep you go, in the down and out there lies the ugliness, all the scary parts. However, that’s where it's the most beautiful too, all the moments we like are alongside the scary ones, balancing it all out or sometimes not and that’s okay. Because, sometimes Ocean is not okay too, sometimes it lashes out too, it loses its calm to raging waves but then it's calm again. So breathe, even the deep dark dingy bottom of the ocean floor is alive and breathing.

Thousands of unspoken words, yet you know what I meant. I could write five lines of poetry and a song of yearning but do you think It'd be enough to paint the hieroglyphics of unsaid emotions? Fifty skies I've gazed, yet five thousand more to gaze at, with you. to my moonlight monologue, you said the gods wrote you back but I think they dialed an eerie number from heaven's hotline.

~growth