he was a radio,
and I was his favorite listener.
he spoke of the magnificent space,
the glistening stars, and planets;
about wars, civilizations, and evolution;
about fire, experiments, and toxins.
and i looked at him with love,
my elbows on the table
while I rest my head in my hands,
head slightly tilted to the left,
as he spoke about the things he loved.
i would be lost in his voice,
picturing us to stay the same,
as my curls would fall on my face,
and he would gently tuck them behind my ear.
and then, one day,
he spoke about her.
and my heart shattered.
once again, my curls fell on my face,
and i let them stay that way
to hide my tears.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
