Novel & Cerita Poem To My Man

“Why the fuck didn’t you give it to me?” Gasping for air, he instantly digs into his pocket, pulling out the envelope. I take it and chuck him away from me. He soothed his bruised throat as I opened the envelope and took out the paper and read: Poem:- My spirit is as free as a bird I’m like the wind of the world. Unhitched, I’m that kinda girl Hunt me but you will never find me. So you see, it will never be This is my life for eternity.

I will write a poem and I'll read it to Mom tomorrow," I answered. The days arrived calm and breezing, Everybody was bustling from travelling, Then you came to me without and hesitations, Giving me friendly and adorable expressions. The days were bright and shining for a while, And here you are looking at me with a smile, You always make me a way to catch my attention, Congratulations! You are now my immersion. The days proceeded moody and leaves were falling, Yet you are still there to keep me aspiring, Those sleepless nights that you showed my worth, I thought you were truly down to earth, The days come cold, Same as your heart's constantly changing, You eventually manifested your true col

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/

He always tells me the right words and I am too lucky to have him by my side. He’s starting to man up and slowly introduces me to his daughter and I feel like I’m the proudest person in the world. I’m in love with the right man. He may not be flawless but are all right things have to flawless? Without you, I feel broke like I’m half of a whole. Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn like a sail in a storm. Without you, I’m just a sad song. I smiled at him as he ended the song. I am speechless. This is a first. First time that a man came and serenaded me.

I said, taking in a trembling breath. I had never felt that vulnerable before. “Why?” He whispered against my neck. My ears burnt with all the blood pounding with insanity in my body. Gulping hard, I stuttered, “because my answer wouldn’t make a difference.” He made me face him, pinning me against the door. “Who… was the poem for?” I shut my eyes, “no one! It was just a stupid poem. I didn’t write it for you. Not that it’d ever matter to you—”

She exudes confidence. Yet as she gets near I see the doubts, the insecurity. I wish I were a man of poetry, but poetic words had been stripped from my soul. Besides, poetry is the domain of lovers, and the one thing I will not do is be dishonest with her. I have no heart with which to gift her, and I do not want to give her false hope that I might suddenly obtain one. Although for a fleeting moment, I think that if I could purchase one for her, I would.

Four months later... Over time, we became accomplices, and every day my feeling for Mr. X increased. His words warmed me and made me happy. Mr. X says: I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you yesterday. To make up for it, a poem. "You’ll know that I don’t love you and that I love you since in two ways is life, the word is a wing of silence, The fire is half cold. I love you to start loving you,

So to borrow from a fellow countryman: We poets labour all our days, To make a little beauty be, But vanquished by a woman's gaze, And the unlabouring stars are we. My apologies for pissing you off once again. Although I can't promise you it won't happen again. I'm a pretty annoying person and I tend to get everything I want. Perhaps soon we'll get to be closer than we already are. Till then I suppose I must remain, -- Guy from the ballroom from hell

Despite the futility of my attempts, I couldn’t bring myself to stop; I had to keep trying, to keep pouring my heart out, no matter how much it felt like shouting into the void. With each soft utterance, my voice softened into a near whisper, laced with vulnerability. "Mona, my love," I murmured, the words trembling on my lips, "my heart beats for you alone. You are the melody, the rhythm that gives my existence meaning and depth. Without you, I am merely a discordant note amidst the symphony of life. Please, come back to me, Mona. Let’s rediscover the harmony we once shared, the love that once bound us so beautifully."

I went up to my room with the feeling I had met two men: the father I thought I knew… and the man he never had the courage to be. And for the first time, I wanted to stay.