You have do nothing,
to be loved,
as only you care about me,
but not, about you.
It's strange to see it now,
one year over the bridge,
as water is calming down,
and I'm seeing,
more of you.
You have done nothing,
to be loved,
not for deserving,
but on wanting,
to be loved back.
You were a rare pearl,
that saw the ocean,
and tought to not be good,
when you only needed a mirror,
to see what you were,
and as time has passed you by,
you are still a light,
down my memories,
down my heart.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English5 days ago in Fiction
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