Her mouth spilled ink and
just like that I became another one
of her heartbreaking, bestselling stories.
Tag: Haiku
Haiku #12
The quiet of the dark night under
The moonlit sky contrasted
The beating of their young hearts, under the mistletoe.
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Haiku #5
Memories, written in indelible ink,
Can be erased at will.
Which ever, whenever you want.
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Haiku #1
This form of poetry captured my mind, so here is my first. Constructive criticism appreciated.
The thought of you
captured my mind
And I didn’t see the sunrise.
