I'm tryna remember who I was before I became yours,
You can tell yourself you're single but in my head I'm yours,
I don't need to be your type,
We can stand stand infront of the mirror if that's the only way we get to see each other,
Poetry is my life and if I could, I would write this words at the palms of your hand so that I could say,,,,
My life is in your hands,
I promise this will be easy for you,
You don't have to be delicate with me I come to you broken,
So you can break me the first time, I know you understand,
I can tell by your voice that your heart has blisters, you've worked hard for love before.
But this what I'm saying, I'm not in a hurry,you may take your time to heal,
And meanwhile I can be yours as we wait for you to be mine,
If you're asking what if we break each other, am asking what if we build each other,,,
- Author: Job Welime ( Online)
- Published: February 21st, 2023 03:58
- Comment from author about the poem: I'm grateful to Mufasa for this great words of love.
- Category: Love
- Views: 7
Comments1
Beautiful. Filled with confident power.
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