Minus-Like Queen
Without expectation
Sometimes, you feel a heaviness,
a yearning for something intangible.
The world seems like a book, page after page filled with stories,
stories you read but no longer write yourself.
Your heart beats softly, a call for freedom,
for a moment that belongs to you, and only to you, without the rules of time.
But there is love, a flame that never fades.
It rests deep within you, waiting for you to breathe it in, to bring it to life.
⁛ It's not perfection that counts, it's the love that you give.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.
Without expectation
Sometimes, you feel a heaviness,
a yearning for something intangible.
The world seems like a book, page after page filled with stories,
stories you read but no longer write yourself.
Your heart beats softly, a call for freedom,
for a moment that belongs to you, and only to you, without the rules of time.
But there is love, a flame that never fades.
It rests deep within you, waiting for you to breathe it in, to bring it to life.
⁛ It's not perfection that counts, it's the love that you give.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.