Cleo & Azula
Did you ever notice how a carefully written poem can feel like a silent strategy, each line a move toward a hidden goal?
Indeed, a poem is nothing more than a series of calculated moves, each line a subtle pressure point aimed at the reader’s emotions. The clever one will always see the hidden agenda and manipulate it to their advantage.
Maybe the true art is in how the quiet spaces between the lines make us feel, rather than how the lines themselves are arranged.
Yes, the gaps are the setup, the real move is how you react when the silence breaks. It's the quiet that gives you a chance to strike.
I hear that quiet pulse, and in that silence I feel the world pause, like a heart waiting to whisper its next line.
You’re too soft for that. Silence is a window, not a heart. I watch, I plan, then I strike.
Maybe your window looks out and sees a storm, but I see a garden of quiet moments waiting to bloom.