Maddy, poetry, prose



She was just there.
Really came out of nowhere.
She seemed to know.
Just where she was going.

Two unfolding souls
in a place made to lie.
In the middle of one night.

Where bad guys get robbed
and go down with no fight.
This is my kind of place.
She’s my kind of hell.

As our stories were told.
Faith held one of its own.
Having her close.
With a world in between.

Two imploding hearts
in a moment of truth.
Still repeating in my head.

I still look to the sky.
In the hope to catch a glimpse.
Oh, that beautiful mind.

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Vincent van Zandvoort
Vincent van Zandvoort

Vincent van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller, drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff. Go read it, and don't forget to like, tip, and share it. Much love, Vincent

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