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  • iamthestoryteller 5w

    The Storyteller

    Love,
    Will die,
    When left uncultivated.
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 6w

    The Storyteller

    I make my pillow with your headstone,
    Gone are the days when it used to be your chest,
    Rising and falling like a gentle tide,
    As I was swayed to slumber by the soothing rythm of your heart,
    A morse code of messages,
    Whispering into my ear,
    All night long,
    How much you loved me,
    I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. . .
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 15w

    The Storyteller

    The tender carrass of your lips melting onto mine,
    Ignites the furnace of unbridled passion,
    Molding us into something beautiful,
    Inebriated by your essence,
    As you stare into the depths of my naked soul,
    Fathoming the extent of my love,
    As I whisper against your lips,
    A "Saranghae."
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 18w

    The Storyteller

    The bitter carrass of the ocean waves,
    Dance beneath a somber sky,
    In a hypnotic rythm of lullaby,
    Lapping against the barren sand,
    Bequeathing shells to young children,
    To whisper into their ears,
    The mystifying song of the sea.
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 18w

    The Storyteller

    Darkness tells stories,
    That the light can never provide,
    While people frolic beneath the watchful gaze of the sun,
    The moon weeps upon the sinister deeds,
    Concealed in the cloak of darkness.
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 18w

    The Storyteller

    The celestial sphere hanging in the heavens,
    Sheds its silver glow bequeathed by the sun,
    Watching the world below,
    Alongside it's twinkling companions,
    Chattering giddily amongst each other.
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 18w

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    The Storyteller

    An eflock of dainty chartreuse blades,
    Sway in synchronized rhythm to the tug of the zephyr threading through. . .
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 23w

    TheStoryTeller

    Threading through the sky,
    Like an unending tapestry,
    The wind observes the world below,
    Playfully nipping,
    Caressing,
    And snatching,
    Objects of its desire,
    In hopes to gain something,
    To soothe its lonesome self,
    Someone to keep it company,
    Despite its whimsical nature.
    ©iamthestoryteller

  • iamthestoryteller 23w

    TheStoryTeller

    Life is like an ever-changing kaleidoscope,
    A painter's canvas,
    Full of myriad splashes of color,
    Weaving together,
    An intricate tapestry.
    ©iamthestoryteller