I cannot stop.
Your beauty is stuck within the lines of my poetry.
You are all I can write about.
My intense, passionate love
for you will never die.
As you are so trapped in my art,
I cannot stop.
You have turned my dark,
sad poems into ones filled with
sunshine and beautiful roses.
You blossom within every single word,
every single phrase.
I cannot stop.
YOU ARE READING
older poems
Poetrythis is older poems. definitely at the beginning of my discovery of poetry. i am keeping these up to remember my progress. this is definitely not my newest, improved work.
