Don't ever question,
my heart; that beats only for you.
You write about heartbreak, always dejected,
each word, each stanza, each tear, on tattered paper.
Just know,
I can't erase love; for grief is human desire.
Nonetheless,
I will pick you off the ground,
and say "I love you"
_________________________
๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ, ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ.
๐๐ธ๐ต๐ญ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ญ,
๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ผ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
Don't ever question,
my heart; that beats only for you.
You write about heartbreak, always dejected,
each word, each stanza, each tear, on tattered paper.
Just know,
I can't erase love; for grief is human desire.
Nonetheless,
I will pick you off the ground,
and say "I love you"
_________________________
๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ, ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ.
๐๐ธ๐ต๐ญ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ญ,
๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ผ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ.
A dead poet and his friend NAN
