Sunlight gently bathing my skin
Smell of rumpled linen so sweet,
I stare weakly at your lovely grin
Soon gone with a sudden fleet.
My heart sank slowly with despair
Stark cold room with my poor soul,
Beneath the sheets without an air
Such innocence you swiftly stole.
Distant dreams of bliss unfold
Painted lovers without a frame,
This prophecy was once foretold
Forbidden love with stains of shame.
I stood aloft behind the door
Of broken hopes, my body cries,
Too weak for loving, I implore
Losing myself amidst your lies.
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Being a professional freelance artist and writer, I love pushing the limits of my creativity, using the powers of the written word and the art of the visual world, to compel people into thoughts and actions.
These are the collection of my creative writing works, some are featured on sites like Helium.com.
" It is passion to inspire that moves me into a writing frenzy, where a brief pause is spent on a moment of reflection on the many creative ideas that can be expressed into written and visual forms... and the journey goes on.. "
These are the collection of my creative writing works, some are featured on sites like Helium.com.
" It is passion to inspire that moves me into a writing frenzy, where a brief pause is spent on a moment of reflection on the many creative ideas that can be expressed into written and visual forms... and the journey goes on.. "