Half a bite

Fright In love is vain,
I dreaded to be a memory.
My Fall was tranquil, her Smile
impeccable, it rendered me poignant. 
Too stoned to worship her imperfections
a statue I became.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Buhagiar Avatar
April 25, 2024 at 11:30 PM
A great reflection on our memories. We should not be afraid of them, but use them as stepping stones for a better life.
George Avatar
May 4, 2024 at 5:48 AM
Yes, dear. Very true Victor. Thank you.
Evans Avatar
March 29, 2024 at 7:02 AM
Lovely. So aesthetic. Thanks for sharing.................peace!
George Avatar
March 29, 2024 at 10:48 AM
Thank you Ricky.
One Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 12:49 PM
I think we all dread to be a memory, but such is the ego of humanity that we fade away for so many, some we do not care for, but there is always that one person we never wanted to be forgotten by them....
George Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 1:10 PM
There's always that one person. But sometimes I really don't wanna try if they'll only be but a memory. Don't want to think about someone else when I'm with another, or spend my life wishing i could erase the memories. So I don't even try anymore. Lovely insight Silent.
Rodgers Avatar
March 24, 2024 at 6:23 PM
Dear Tonye, I love how you wonderfully encapsulate the bittersweet essence of love and longing. The contrast between fear and desire, tranquility and poignancy, is palpable in your words. I liked your imagery of being too stoned to fully embrace imperfections is filled with the complexities of human emotions. It's a great reflection on vulnerability and the struggle to reconcile our feelings. Tonye, this is an evocative piece. - Blessings, Daniel
George Avatar
March 24, 2024 at 6:38 PM
Thank you Daniel.
Empress Avatar
March 24, 2024 at 9:08 AM
“ a statue i became” ah how deep is that dear tonye, whether short or long whatever you write, i feel the emotions and sincerity of your voice emanating from your well articulated lines. “ i dreaded to be a memory” a feeling i think many can resonate with too. Loved reading this. Sending you light always
George Avatar
March 24, 2024 at 12:51 PM
Thank you love. Hope your new week is great.
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