Our love was a constant exchange of hearts and willing counterparts.
I gave him a smile, he gave me his time.
He matched his quarters with my dimes and we shared lunch, we shared laughs,
we shared kisses which some of them he never asked, but i enjoyed those as much
as the ones that were given.
He gave me friendship, I gave him endless joy.
I gave him a partner, he gave me crime.
I was his Bonnie, he was Clyde.
We enjoyed a spree of love robberies.
He gave me happiness and i gave him peace,
We both took pleasure in the little things.
I gave him my hand, he gave me his last name.
I gave him my heart and he gave me his.
I gave him lives and he gave me promises.
I gave him my smile once more and he said if he ever lost it,
it would be the death of him....
- Author: Oraisha Roberson (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2017 22:31
- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes i write about love i might encounter later on in life...
- Category: Love
- Views: 11
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