Alley (Prose)

[delicate pulsar]

She’s walking away from me, down the dark and never-ending alley where we met. Look! Even my memories of her cannot resist but to follow her footsteps and her scent; To follow her down the path of beauty, where my memories slip away from my hug-deprived arms, as they crave for her long-archived heart.
“To reach her after you,
to reach her like you did before.”
-My memories anxiously spoke in anticipation for love.

Alley (Prose)

[stone saffron]

Oh man, I am obsessed with any love poem, including loss of love, unrequited love, and so on. Only flaws I could find were minor grammar issues, like: "My memories anxiously speaks"

Since memories is a plural noun, the verb: "speaks" would become "speak"

Same thing goes to "my memories slips". Since memories is a plural, the verb would be slip.

The way the words gently painted such a somber piece though- that was beautiful 🫠

[delicate pulsar]

Thanks! and sorry I wrote this quite fast so sorry for the uhhh mistakes in grammar

[stone saffron]

Oh really? Wow, for a fast poem you got the meaning across very well 😭

[delicate pulsar]

lul

yea i tend to keep stuff authentic

rarely edit them

[stone saffron]

Very interesting~ Should look into that myself aha