Charming Nemesis.
in dusty fairytales and beyond.
A beautiful poem that remains unsung,
an echo of the past,
the fragile abyss of a forgotten soul,
the rhythm and rhyme of a Charming Nemesis.
There is a poem hidden in your eyes. Charming Nemesis,
Chronicles of forsaken tales,
embalmed in lavender,
sleeping on withered roses,
bedtime stories,
realms of evergreen timeless streams of secrets,
pearls in glassy oysters,
mourning morning stars,
tributaries of elixir,
chills from rhythmic trills,
unpredicted phenomenon,
titanium soul,
Gemini night flower,
firestorms in fire, gallery of grief,
crimson stains on ivory satin,
sentenced to your abuse,
unholy torture,
milky-way of kyanite desires,
raining Jasmine water, when silence sings…
Astrom of forgotten dreams,
windy sighs of the night,
blood-soaked lashes,
symphonic hush,
forgotten yet not broken,
loved yet not loved,
solitude of a broken heart.
This is the poem hidden in your eyes.
Charming Nemesis.
Like a beautiful melody that is left unsung, those eyes of yours tell a story of pain and sorrow. Each time I look into them, I feel like I can see the broken pieces of your heart. And yet, it also resonates with a certain strength and resilience, a silent yet powerful force, that encourages me to keep going, no matter how hard it gets.
To me, your eyes are a source of inspiration and a reminder that hope and beauty still exist in this world.
