my life met yours back when all's good,
it was love I found, filling up my youth,
I dreamt of warmth from your arms,
the butterflies fluttering in a swarm,
this heart was hiding in the plain sight,
brushed past was you, but running blind,
when you drew near once,
I thought you were the only one,
a living perfection to see,
so fit to fulfill all of my dreams,
but skies were your hands,
so hard to reach from my land.
all along, life's just a long crosswalk,
we meet but head to different marks,
I looked back to you, my love,
the sight of you was maybe enough,
but I wonder if we cross paths again,
would you like to be my man?
YOU ARE READING
turning 21 (Completed)
Poetry8th Poetry Anthology here are the poems I wrote as I take a step further away from my youthful days. my 8th anthology... turning 21 🤍✨ Date Published: April 21, 2024
