we're just sentence fragments,
broken words strung together
with a loose strand of thread,
incoherent thoughts lost in our minds,
but when we're together,
we can spill ourselves onto the page
and write a never-ending novel,
tracking our love and life,
no tossed memories,
never forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
