23.7/19
Poetry about l o v e
Not even quite looking, I found it.
Over one person to the other.
How just by looking into ones eyes, you fall into their colors.. Into their thoughts. They become your poetry.
What first caught my eye were those flowers on your black shirt I loved to wear... Still, do.
When drinking coffee having our nicotine mornings you told me what struck your attention was my hat, which I wore in 27 degrees.
All I know is getting lost in the feeling of the spotlight of your sight is the one and the only feeling I won't forget. Ever.
I look at our memories and I want to stay in the past for the rest of my being. But we deserve better.
We must start over, look at the dark blue of us and learn. Move forward but still, look back for clues and answers that might have changed now but will stay for our quiet.
Quiet.
...I'm honestly scared of it. The awkwardness of not knowing the person sitting next to you, the complete unknown.
Strangely never felt the shakiness in your presence.
Quiet.
...I want to be with you... And still, enjoy our morning coffee and silent nicotine talks.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poetry(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
