Dylan
@dylandapoet.bsky.social
Hey just a small niche account , love poetry and writing , old skool romantic at heart .
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Tra le tue labbra ho capito che il desiderio è una preghiera terrena, e il corpo l’unico tempio sincero….
December 2, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Tra le tue labbra ho capito che il desiderio è una preghiera terrena, e il corpo l’unico tempio sincero….
Rise from your slumber and let yesterday fall away,
for every sunrise is proof that even the darkest hours
can give birth to light, hope, and a brand new you….
for every sunrise is proof that even the darkest hours
can give birth to light, hope, and a brand new you….
November 29, 2025 at 11:12 AM
Rise from your slumber and let yesterday fall away,
for every sunrise is proof that even the darkest hours
can give birth to light, hope, and a brand new you….
for every sunrise is proof that even the darkest hours
can give birth to light, hope, and a brand new you….
Some touches are accidental,yours feels like destiny remembering itself on my body…..
November 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Some touches are accidental,yours feels like destiny remembering itself on my body…..
When she left, I didn’t lose love…
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
November 16, 2025 at 2:39 PM
When she left, I didn’t lose love…
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
Life isn’t always full of love songs and happy endings, sometimes it’s dark and painfully silent. Yet within that silence, the soul discovers its truest melody.. not in what was promised, but in what survived…..
November 5, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Life isn’t always full of love songs and happy endings, sometimes it’s dark and painfully silent. Yet within that silence, the soul discovers its truest melody.. not in what was promised, but in what survived…..