You give me something that
I haven't felt in awhile,
hope.
You light me up like
your a spark and
I'm a dangerously dry forest.
You touch one of my leaves and
suddenly I'm alive, like
the sky on the 4th of July.
I know you don't really see me
and I know you don't care,
but you've got me begging cupid
to put some love in the air.
You make blood rush to my face,
you make my tongue forget how
to speak,
and sometimes you make my
eyes forget how to blink.
I'm trying so hard to not fall for you
because I'm scared of hitting
the cold pavement.
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Author:
Bella (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2023 15:51
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Comments1
a relatable read, thanks for sharing
and inspiring my feeble attempt
at a poetic reply:
(romance's wings are so furtive
and frail
yet, as long as our confessions
remain
in our heart's furnace walls, they
shine bright
so how can we dare to express
our feelings?
when we know, with one untimely
misunderstanding
those romance wings, will dissipate
into that nothingness
ache of solitude n rejection, we know
far, too well)
thank you for acknowledging and thank you for the poetic comment!
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