Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

My sister's birthday
How could I forget?
Well maybe it is because I am older now
Dementia, maybe hit.
She can't be 71
It's impossible
Are we old
No, we will never be old
We will always be
Two little girls
Playing with our friends
Til the end.

"I love you"
was the last message I left
"I love you too"
was the last message he left
But what we truly left
An empty parting shot

Ever since the last break up I've had,
I've been too terrified to write love poetry.
But he's inspiring,
This new boy I've fallen for.
With bright blue eyes,
and soft blonde hair,
He is a love poem in of himself.