Perhaps we were meant to be those moments
At dawn, when vulnerability kicks in
Never those decisions made
In mornings after coffee and sober afternoons
Maybe we were written
In papers meant to be thrown
Never those meant to be given
Nor those wholeheartedly shown
My love, we are a love song
Sang in at midnight
By two lonely hearts
Who mistook attention for love.
YOU ARE READING
Dearest Sunshine
PoetryDearest Sunshine, Thought you'd fit in the verses of poetry Yet watch me as I keep you in a memory Underneath every stanza, I fail to convey And the words I cannot afford to say If, by chance, you come across All the words I toss In every chapter o...
