Aug 2020
Your words speak to me
They were never written for me
The feelings carved on the paper
It never had my name
but I'd have it framed.
But all I felt it was,
each lines bringing me to heaven,
and artistically genius
It was a nerve touched upon
so beautiful,
I envied the person
If only I will ever be that lucky
to have poems written for me.
The ones so full of passion
emotion, to be loved as gently,
patiently
where every verse turns immortal,
how could it ever be me!
They were never written for me
The feelings carved on the paper
It never had my name
but I'd have it framed.
But all I felt it was,
each lines bringing me to heaven,
and artistically genius
It was a nerve touched upon
so beautiful,
I envied the person
If only I will ever be that lucky
to have poems written for me.
The ones so full of passion
emotion, to be loved as gently,
patiently
where every verse turns immortal,
how could it ever be me!
(27/F/in a body and mind.)
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