#octpowrimo #obsession #love #madness
Was it the time we first met
That you settled your image in my head
Captivated by those eyes like jewels
And the engaging scent of a summer morning in winter
Your voice is everywhere…even in the silence
And my head turns round, to even the slightest image of you
Could you call it obsession ?
I’d call it possession
For everywhere I look
You’re there
You’ve taken my heart, without need of a knife
And somehow become a part of my life
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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