I have always known
That poetry comes from life,
But you are teaching me
That life is poetry.
The moments we spend
Swaying in my bedroom
With our foreheads touching
Are written in the form of sonnets
Inside my book of memory.
Our kiss is a psalm that
Will be sung forever,
If only for the two of us to hear
Then it is all the more beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
