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a short poem i thought of while reading a story. wrote this in the eyes of the main character with their lover as the muse.

and for all those times you held me with those eyes,

the warmth that hugged me without a touch,

i'd kiss and wander you

lingering touches and longing eyes

became a sweet pleasure guarding everything you touch,

and as a delicate fragile glass,

i fear i've ruin you

midst of all these burgeon doubts,
you lure me in

you dare my spirit and no longer is it there,

cascading myself into your mellowness

Author's Note

hi! what do you think of this poem? any kind of situations that come to your mind when reading this? also, feel free to leave title options that would suit this poem and i also would love feedbacks! :)

Reviews

[TheSolarShaman]

fantastic piece here, very visceral...very much enjoed the line "and as a delicate fragile glass, I fear I've ruin you" very beautiful and vulnerable

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a very nicely written piece of work. Art many times indeed inspires other art. There are times where I find myself inspired by the work of other writers here on this site or even the works of those I have read in books. Art creates art, and sometimes the newer outshines the original. Keep writing and sharing your art with the world.

[suzy]

definitely! inspiration also comes within art itself. thank you for your insights and comment, i appreciate it a lot and will do!