they walked hand in hand along the shoreline
and he glanced up towards the cotton sky
and asked himself why he was so awful with words.
and he looked to the side
and saw her
with her hair fluttering in the breeze
her lips curved into the most beautiful smile
he knew why it was so hard to utter 3 words.
she was the poet
and he had been the poetry all along.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!
