I am your poet --
I write your name on my heart
and our memories on my pages.
I write about my doubts,
my maybe's, what if's
and whereabouts
of you; and only you.
I write about my mistakes and yours --
our past, present, supposed future;
and how I love you the most.
I write about our debates --
the shouting and crying like
a wildfire sprawled across the bed.
I write about our first date --
when we dress up so nicely
and danced all night.
I write about our first kiss --
the push and pull of our lips;
and the warmth of our breathing.
I write about the way we talk --
the sweetest and most painful sound
uttered against the wind by the heart.
I write about your heartbeat --
the way it speaks to me,
and how it says my name joyfully.
I write about your face, your body,
the sound, noise, and joy;
and how we make love endlessly.
I am your poet --
I write about our unending love
that ends on my pages.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
I am your poet --
I write your name on my heart
and our memories on my pages.
I write about my doubts,
my maybe's, what if's
and whereabouts
of you; and only you.
I write about my mistakes and yours --
our past, present, supposed future;
and how I love you the most.
I write about our debates --
the shouting and crying like
a wildfire sprawled across the bed.
I write about our first date --
when we dress up so nicely
and danced all night.
I write about our first kiss --
the push and pull of our lips;
and the warmth of our breathing.
I write about the way we talk --
the sweetest and most painful sound
uttered against the wind by the heart.
I write about your heartbeat --
the way it speaks to me,
and how it says my name joyfully.
I write about your face, your body,
the sound, noise, and joy;
and how we make love endlessly.
I am your poet --
I write about our unending love
that ends on my pages.
