Blissfulness
a particular aspect of existence
To bliss,
The happiness that consumes.
To friendships,
The people that we choose.
To a woman that can love a man
So broken, yet so open.
Her soul so effortlessly extraordinary,
Her love surreal, unrecognized by time,
She comforts the darkest parts of his mind.
She see's him and isn't pushed away by his pride.
She cares to understand
This is the first time he tried.
Wall's up so high but so thin,
A reflection shatter's and a new one begins.
The sound of a heart beat's at the other end,
She noticed, she focused,
Clearly visualizing hope,
With less time she emphasized.
Her thoughts and mine become one mind,
A beautiful design that beautifully defines
An ocean undefined by limitations.
About the Creator
Unspoken Words
IG: quintoro_s
Keep reading
More stories from Unspoken Words and writers in Poets and other communities.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.