I have questioned myself about telling you the truth.
And my mind always stumbles at the thought.
Let’s say I told you I love you
Would you believe it?
At times I often wonder...
You manage to be so cold, but hot to the touch.
Sometimes I want to get burned.
Late nights, long conversations
Our secrets intertwined
Vividly, everything became so clear
Every memory we shared, word we spoke
Delighted my soul
You became part of me, a piece of my heart
Only you understood...well me
Underneath all my flaws, you saw the good and I appreciated that.
And that, my dearest friend, is the truth.
S.xx
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Here's my first attempt at an acrostic poem. Had a lot of fun writing it so enjoy xx
A beautiful poem, great imagery. I loved reading it!
This poem is truthful and warm.
love your poem, awesome job
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