A candle mark passes
And I cannot fathom,
What to place on this paper
In front of me so blank.
As my mind swarms
With little ideas
And shreds of stories.
None stick enough
To place my ink
Permanently so.
The greatest pieces of art
Are never seen
Only confined by the mind
Of a tormented artist
That lacks the confidence
To create.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:54 PM UTC
Many say their lover is written among the stars
But not you darling,
For I could trace a constellation
Here and there
Upon your skin.
But within your eyes it’s not stars
Nor constellations.
You take me to galaxies untouched by man,
A special conquest that you have given
And by the end of our days,
I will not even reach the borders of such.
Everlasting,
Evermore.
My personal galaxies
To explore.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC