You listen to the rhythm and blues of my sorrows,
Just to sing and dance and drown yours away.
You're the poem that I will never write
because the 26 letters and a few punctuations in the English language will never be enough to do your beauty or the magnitude of my affection justice.
Ours is black love, I love black love.
Because much like the black(w)hole,
it is strong enough to keep entire galaxies in its orbit.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
You listen to the rhythm and blues of my sorrows,
Just to sing and dance and drown yours away.
You're the poem that I will never write
because the 26 letters and a few punctuations in the English language will never be enough to do your beauty or the magnitude of my affection justice.
Ours is black love, I love black love.
Because much like the black(w)hole,
it is strong enough to keep entire galaxies in its orbit.