A month

My story about someone who I first fell in love with. Memories, facts and troubles during our short-term relationship. A poem before everything else got stupid.

I can hear my heart beating,
as I hear your words shift time.
I can feel the bones inside of me shaking,
the way I look at you staring,
even under the dark street of lights.

Like the caramel coffee you used to take,
I swore, not to fancy your lips.
And yet, this tragic fantasy we make,
defies my reality of being fake;
to be felt, to happen, and to escape.

In your eyes, I see my reflection:
looking, smiling, and parting.
All these given black and white decisions,
shall we both be in precision?
Or shall we both be with flaws?

My words are the only flowers I can offer.
Regarded diminishing thoughts,
every date and moment, I can still remember.
And how can it be not a hinder?
If my soul is a heart, and yours is a mind.

'Cause you never made the whispers go away,
instead, they have become clearer.
'til time is still here to stay;
'til the rain is still there to fray,
you are my sunshine.

And you're someone whom I'd kiss
even if people are staring.
Everything, you are my bliss
-- it is what it is
even if my words are too shallow.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, kind and wonderful poetry.
"Cause you never made the whispers go away,
instead, they have become clearer.
'til time is still here to stay;
'til the rain is still there to fray,
you are my sunshine."
The above lines were my favorite. I liked the tone and the need in your words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Enknt]

Thank you so much :)