Letters once scribed
By your hand, they won’t fade,
But my tears obscure the page.
In my sorrow and solitude,
As the day draws to a close,
Your vision haunts my mind.
I see your eyes, like pools of starlight,
Your smile, a radiant bloom.
Your touch, a gentle symphony,
Your voice, a soothing balm.
Oh, how I long to feel your embrace,
To hear your laughter in the air.
But for now, I cherish these inked memories,
A testament to our love, so rare.
Tag: haunt
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Letters Once Inked
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The Tides of Time
Memories rising and sinking, like the tides of the sea,
A constant ebb and flow, a reminder to be free.
Some memories rise like the sun, warm and bright,
While others sink like stones, out of sight.The past can haunt us, or it can set us free,
It’s up to us to choose which memories we see.
Like waves crashing on the shore, memories come and go,
Some we hold onto tightly, while others we let go.The tides of time are forever changing,
Memories rising and sinking, always rearranging.
But in the end, it’s the memories we keep,
That make us who we are, in the oceans deep.
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The Darkness Can’t Haunt Us
The Darkness Can’t Haunt Us
In the night, the darkness creeps,
But in our hearts, hope still sleeps.
Fear may try to seize control,
But love will reign and make us whole.The shadows may try to deceive,
But in the end, we will believe.
For the darkness can’t haunt us,
When we choose to trust.
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