eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem fifteen

when the pink horizon
traces the memories
i left on a cup of
coffee filled with
reveries and wonders
of you
i sit in amazement
of the love that i hold
still in my hands
while this heart of mine
surrenders every beat
and breath to you ~
its cause and its reason.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.