A Lover's Pen

Into the white words that call me
I ran away from the reality of life
In search of the dream, a passion
In the deserted stillness of the cold
Into every word that was whispered
I counted the steps of my fantasy.

She’s an agony which never surrendered
My world bewildered through the tremble
Of fear and terror like a ghost.
The secret still breaking me into pieces.
A thousand pieces of harmony and wishes.
Still in search of perfection.

In her who peeps through my eye
As if it was her world
In me and mine in hers’…

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