Faded Romantic
@AFadedRomantic
Male. Married. Not Looking. No DMs - Literature Music Art Travel Nature Wine Beauty - © Published novelist writing as Faded Romantic. Art: F Perez & R Campbell
Your beauty and your body are the desire in my veins the poetry In my soul
“When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest of times, and to the latest.” – Henry David Thoreau
If only I could magic you out of my phone and into my arms
The light doesn’t wait. She vanishes mid-step, like a thought I almost had.
you felt it too: the pause, the pull, the sense that everything made more sense beside me.
The blues is not a slow music, it is a flower on your skin with deep roots in your spirit.
The Fisherman and the Siren, Frederic Leighton
ghosts move like ash in still water, unnamed, unholy, pressing against her ribs like a cathedral of sorrow collapsing inward
time is a train we ride all our lives our memories the fleeting view #haikufeels
"Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues." Iris Murdoch / A Fairly Honourable Defeat 📷Jonė Reed
You smiled like a match being struck, and I watched myself burn— a little faster than reason, a little slower than shame. I didn’t know your name yet, but my body was already spelling it in sighs.
You and I we speak in a new language sharing secrets across the miles
She knows what she shows and enjoys what she hides.