And I would lay in bed while I listened to pop songs and coloured thousand of stories on the empty walls.
Why did I find so much comfort in the horizontal lines that the blinds created when I looked at the sky.
I had seen love. Unquestionably.
But there is this picture of my mum under the tree on Christmas Eve. Her hair is short and I know that it started falling right after my dad left. She looks thin and her smile feels heavy, as if her cheeks could barley hold it in place.
My dad almost drawn in most bars in Madrid.
Many barmen knew our stories while the midnight streets tried to hold him steady.
I have seen love.
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Author:
Ani. Is. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2024 06:53
- Comment from author about the poem: My own definition of love
- Category: Love
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Comments2
oh i like that, very much, well written
Thank you dear poet…
Your poem beautifully defined love.
"Her hair is short and I know that it started falling right after my dad left. She looks thin and her smile feels heavy, as if her cheeks could barley hold it in place."
May you manifest the love you wish soon. Loved your poem.
Thank you for your kind words! May we all get that…💜
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