I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says
"I
Love
You".
Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet
"I
Love
You".
The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?
I
Love
You.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says
"I
Love
You".
Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet
"I
Love
You".
The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?
I
Love
You.
