Am I a prisoner of love

in #poetry7 years ago

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Sometimes in that timeless space
Between the lines engraved in parchment
You return to me


In the mist of created memories
A symphony of verse triumph
Soothing tones


My heart pushing in harmony
Still by the depth of what was
Lost in the revelation of what is
This broken page calls


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A residue of data cast
In a multitude of moments
I’ll wait


Yearning for that first touch
Lusting for that last remaining tremble
In every breath
Of every dreams that follow


In the tireless echo of eternity
I pause
On tear stained pages
A diary of treasures past


Fragile reminders of
When I once was loved


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Here,
In this lifetime laced in scribe
A passion penned in prose
Upon a heart engraved
I remain


Imprisoned
Until you come again
Somewhere in that timeless space

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Well written.

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Nice one bro. Lovely lines

I think this poem is for the enlightened ones
Great poem bruv

Good poem 👍
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I think this could have been done with a bit more weight and density. I found myself feeling a bit underwhelmed, specially with the laxness as far as giving the reader a vivid image to work with.