Darling,
I have been thinking.
Lately, I think I am starting
To forget how to pour my feeling
Into words
I used to write about my sorrow
About the broken vow
That I used to swallow
I used to feel hollow
I was so low
I was afraid to face tomorrow
Until you came up here,
Trying to take all the fear
And I thank you for this, my dear
I do realise that
I never write you poems anymore
Maybe because I am not one
to speak with poetry
or maybe I am just too busy
to think what words to write
I’m busy looking at the brightest eyes I have ever seen—your eyes
I’m busy listening to my favourite sound—your voice
I’m busy burying my face in your chest,
Just to smell my favourite scent—your scent.
I’m busy drowning in our sweet, passionate kiss
I couldn’t write you poems,
I can only feel,
I feel my heart beating,
And it is beating for you.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Darling,
I have been thinking.
Lately, I think I am starting
To forget how to pour my feeling
Into words
I used to write about my sorrow
About the broken vow
That I used to swallow
I used to feel hollow
I was so low
I was afraid to face tomorrow
Until you came up here,
Trying to take all the fear
And I thank you for this, my dear
I do realise that
I never write you poems anymore
Maybe because I am not one
to speak with poetry
or maybe I am just too busy
to think what words to write
I’m busy looking at the brightest eyes I have ever seen—your eyes
I’m busy listening to my favourite sound—your voice
I’m busy burying my face in your chest,
Just to smell my favourite scent—your scent.
I’m busy drowning in our sweet, passionate kiss
I couldn’t write you poems,
I can only feel,
I feel my heart beating,
And it is beating for you.
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