Poetry

Magical creatures' magnetic eyes... Love me at midnight. At midnight, I'll wait for light.In the depths of night, beset by darkness, I longed for light as midnight crept. Magical creatures' eyes, magnetic and tender, Gazed upon me, love's sweet whisper.She is light wrapped in black attire, Her eyes showering me with luminescent fire.I met her in the graveyard. Kissed her wildly, held her tight, kept her close. The graveyard is my sanctuary of love, Where the dead awaken and shadows dance. It's calmer and safer than the bustling city, Where danger lurks with every glance.The fragrance of midnight blooms fills the air, The darkness pierced by magical creatures' stare. Insects' symphonies play ...

You never replied to my messages, and your age, gender, or name remain mysteries to me. But one thing I know for certain: you read my words.Whenever your eyes scan my sentences, I can sense your thoughts drifting towards me, like a gentle breeze caressing my left nostril. It’s a strange sensation, this connection we share.Sometimes, your thoughts grow intense, and I feel a sharp pain at the tip of my nose, as if your emotions are transmitting through the ether, reaching me in the most unexpected way.Yet, in this peculiar bond, I find solace and strength. The mere idea that someone, somewhere in this vast world, takes a moment to think of me, gives me a profound sense of existence and worth...