Eryona Writes! Copyright Law (c) 2024 - Present

  The Start Of You And Me Your scent’s intoxicating. Your eyes, they mesmerize. You walk into a room, And turn the heads of all the guys. Yet I keep on disbelieving. And I  don’t  like feeling daunted. Does this woman really like me? She could have  anyone  she wanted? I see the way they notice you. The whispers as you pass. The way your body moves, With tender grace and gentle class. Now you’re walking over, You lay your hand upon my sleeve. The way you’re looking at me, Makes it hard for me to breathe. You wrap your arms around my body, Like it’s the only place to be. And suddenly I’m realizing, You don’t want anyone… but  me . We slip outside together, Your fingers finding mine. The night feels soft and endless, Like it’s bending space and time. Your thumb traces soft circles, On the back of my bare hand. Every touch is slow and certain, Like you know… and understand. You lean in close and whisper, My name upon your breath. That simple sound between us, ...

Echo Of Almost I thought you were my one, true love. Instead you’re my eternal ache. I thought you’d always cherish me, But you caused my heart to break. I thought you were my forever, Not my echo of almost. Now I cry myself to sleep each night, In the house that holds your ghost. I still hear you in the silence. In the spaces you once filled. Every room seems to remember us, As though here, our time had stilled. I don’t know when the shift began, Or what words you couldn’t say. And though you slowly vanished, This pain won’t fade away. I replay every promise, Like they’re written in the air. Trying to understand, How our love could disappear. You’re gone, but not completely. That’s the cruelest part of all. You left your imprint everywhere, In the rooms and on each wall. And though Death didn’t take you, You are nowhere I can find. So I’ll grieve you in the memories, That still occupy my mind. Maybe one day these echoes, Won’t hurt the way they do. But tonight I sit with sorrow… Still...