Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on emotional writing, longing, and the desire to preserve fleeting feelings through art.
15. In Desperation she cried
What is the worth of my love
If I can not paint the city walls
With the colour of his eyes
Poetry on the Margins #15 The Worth of My Love
It’s the writer’s ache —
to immortalize this feeling of admiration,
desperation, longing, ache.
Whatever you wanna call it — it is.
Otherwise, what was this feeling worth?
If I can’t create from it,
grow with it,
carry it with me,
remember it…
Did it even
exist?
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If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet
And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft
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