Love is quiet
Love happens off-screen
Love is beneath the sheets,
Underneath
The ink-stained leaf that bears our grief
Love is the songbirds singing sorrow
So serene
Love is a message
Trapped up in a bottle
Floating
Alone
Preserving today’s thoughts
For another tomorrow
Love isn’t owned
Love is this poem
Just in this moment I don’t feel so alone
Love is an ember
That follows the wind
The spark of an essence
We entomb deep within
Love is some technicolor dream
Love is the streets,
And Radio Rahim
Love is a tether
Between our trust,
And the inevitability
Of falling short of forever
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
Love is quiet
Love happens off-screen
Love is beneath the sheets,
Underneath
The ink-stained leaf that bears our grief
Love is the songbirds singing sorrow
So serene
Love is a message
Trapped up in a bottle
Floating
Alone
Preserving today’s thoughts
For another tomorrow
Love isn’t owned
Love is this poem
Just in this moment I don’t feel so alone
Love is an ember
That follows the wind
The spark of an essence
We entomb deep within
Love is some technicolor dream
Love is the streets,
And Radio Rahim
Love is a tether
Between our trust,
And the inevitability
Of falling short of forever