You heard me ! I don't write silly love poems anymore . At best they become bleak . They are the ships at sea scuttled by storm . The aircraft that lose power and crash into the ground . The miners of affection when the roof comes down . Don't ask or make a sound . I'm committed to silence so don't you mess around . THEIR evermores doomed from first kiss and sworn bliss . From the cradled vows to the certain anyhows Don't ask me about love poems anymore .
Is a heck of a person, Too much of everything. She eats too much, She cries too much, She laughs too much, She exercises too much, She shows too much kindness. Her too much roots are deep in me, And will stay there forever. 29/8/2024