Princess Archives - The Fat Poet

Remembered

And still, in rare quiet evenings, I feel you like fading perfume, a tender ache under my ribs, a gift I could not keep,…

You are the quiet moon, Luna you speak little, but each word turns the earth beneath me.

And your name – you call it funny, but to me, it rings like poetry, the kind that arrives unannounced, stays in your chest…

And so, I find myself craving you, not out of need, but out of a desire to share this life I’ve built, to blend…

You carry a sweetness, not heavy, but bright, a smile that seems to dance with every word you speak, bursting with energy, zest for…

May your dreams carry the beauty you see so effortlessly in this world. And may your heart, when in the morning you rise, feel…