Write me as a poem—
in verses of lovely rhymes,
enveloped with fancy words,
and metaphors divine.
I would love to rip hearts apart
and tell the story of a sacred connection—
but after such great feelings of butterflies,
these two, lost communication.
Write me as a poem,
And I’ll write you as one too,
For in this world of chaos and hatred,
We’ve crossed our paths and found the calm—
the home where our love grew.
You’re the loveliest sunset I’ve watched—
My bittersweet goodbye,
Taking a piece of my mended heart,
To a place cannot be seen by my eye.
Write me as a poem—
I want to be a timeless art,
And I'll write you as a song
Forever stuck in my recovering heart.
04•15•21
7:36 PM
— Crissy Morsel
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC
Write me as a poem—
in verses of lovely rhymes,
enveloped with fancy words,
and metaphors divine.
I would love to rip hearts apart
and tell the story of a sacred connection—
but after such great feelings of butterflies,
these two, lost communication.
Write me as a poem,
And I’ll write you as one too,
For in this world of chaos and hatred,
We’ve crossed our paths and found the calm—
the home where our love grew.
You’re the loveliest sunset I’ve watched—
My bittersweet goodbye,
Taking a piece of my mended heart,
To a place cannot be seen by my eye.
Write me as a poem—
I want to be a timeless art,
And I'll write you as a song
Forever stuck in my recovering heart.
04•15•21
7:36 PM
— Crissy Morsel
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