There was truly something magical about this antique shop. I walked through the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a book, a diary per se. A peculiarly beautiful diary with leather bound hardback consisting of creamy papers yellowed a little by age. A kind of book that must have existed for about twenty…
Tag: short poem
Depth
There’s something in it,The depth of those eyes,I know not,the serenity or wisdom,the coveted emotionsflowing in the river of thoughts,the sky hue, the shades of green,or an oceanic drop,I know not.But it is there,a fleeting soul empoweredfrom her past, a glint in the eyea smirk of cleverness,seeping warmthbehind the shyness,but it is there,something in the…
Covet
I lay afloat in the covet of my emotions, basking in the glory of my thoughts,blossoming like a flower nurtured within. (c)boringbug
Trust
In you, I shall trust,but would thou trust me back? (c)boringbug
Memory
There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug
Seven sisters
Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug
