This thing we have,
the hugs,
the texts,
the sweet calls,
these are not love.
Are we fooling around?
Am i not in love with you
but rather in love with the fact that
i have someone i can call as mine?
the smiles,
the texts,
the profiles,
the secrets,
Will i ever learn
about how much you love me?
Maybe it takes,
eye contact?
a conversation?
a touch?
hands that hold?
Maybe it takes,
Courage?
Braveness?
Passion?
Or is this really not love
but a foolish game?
like a flirtation ship that's full of crap.
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Little Short Poems
PoetryHere are a few of my really short poems, and sometimes, their just quotes. so yeah i hope you like them! :) please comment and vote (:
