25/F/Pennsylvania, USA 25 year old who dabbles in writing poetry. I write poetry for myself and anyone who has experienced heartbreak, love, and depression 25 followers / 1.0k words
Perfection is unachievable To grasp at perfection is pointless I once thought that you were perfect, We were perfect even. But after you left, I learned it was all an illusion I made up in my own mind
I love when you speak to me softly The words falling from your lips as sweet as honey Every syllable pulls me deeper into a dream-like state Your voice, as soft as cashmere, comforts my soul I could listen to your velvet voice forever
Every time I look at you I see the future Your hair a light shade of grey, Crows feet beside your bright blue orbs I could not imagine ever spending the rest of my life without you, Nor would I want to You are my first true love, And my last