Poets can never be afraid to listen to what their souls need to say.
The end of a love, a muse, and a Poet's journey
This is a chapter from an epic poem a novel I am writing it is a rough piece Grammer and punctuation are minimal..
The end of love, a muse, and a poets journey
That very first time that I ever saw you I knew
right then that one day you and I would be
together in one-way shape or form, then from
that night of our first kiss the very one which
caused a spark to fly causing our fires to rage
out of control especially down below in our
place of heated passion that has at one time
or another burned hotter than any sun ever
known even as our two pounding hearts melted
from the sheer heat that was rising from
the sheets than in the blink of an eye nothing
at all until coming to an abrupt end by your
hand and your hand alone, causing our souls
to disconnect while they became lost and
confused in all of the chaos that ensued as they
were grieving over the loss of a lover and a
friend.
I know that we are definitely soulmates who
have only lost one another in a brutal war between
the powers of …
The end of love, a muse, and a poets journey
That very first time that I ever saw you I knew
right then that one day you and I would be
together in one-way shape or form, then from
that night of our first kiss the very one which
caused a spark to fly causing our fires to rage
out of control especially down below in our
place of heated passion that has at one time
or another burned hotter than any sun ever
known even as our two pounding hearts melted
from the sheer heat that was rising from
the sheets than in the blink of an eye nothing
at all until coming to an abrupt end by your
hand and your hand alone, causing our souls
to disconnect while they became lost and
confused in all of the chaos that ensued as they
were grieving over the loss of a lover and a
friend.
I know that we are definitely soulmates who
have only lost one another in a brutal war between
the powers of …
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