The madness that love brings
you are a spell
whispering sweet nothings in my ear
until i fall under
mesmerised by your incantations
you will steal my heart
and abandon it in the light of day
this charm will be the end of me
It’s 28 degrees out and the sun is shining. That means one thing only – time to retreat to my sacred space, the river.
Submersed in the flow, it’s where a lot of my poems come from, the inspiration it brings me is amazing.
I felt myself going mad again last night for the first time in a while, the madness sort of appeals to me sometimes, now that I know it’s not something to fear. It is a part of me, why shouldn’t I love it?
Anyway I think my post will be short today, need to get out in the sun! And really only came on here to post that poem but then just ended up writing a bit which is nice š It’s a good day, everyone!
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