POET IN LOVE WITH SOLITUDE
He sees gravity in the dark skies and finds peace in the tides with the moon as his anchor and his claws as the dagger walking past this unholy forest embracing solitude he opens up the long lost sacred creme wire with the purest intentions and a scarred, cold heart he howls out once at the cloud so dark little does he know the shadow missed. He walks in condescends his wit never underestimate the allure of darkness even the purest hearts are drawn to it
Aayan B
@aayanisms · 1:25
So I'd love to hear some of your thoughts on how you structure your poems and yeah, share some more thoughts and would love to hear some more. Cheers