Larry Stylinson Poem Collection

Love

There's this thing

that we call love.

It takes up our lives.

but no one knows.

Suspicions and proofs.

Lies and beards.

So many things

blocking our way.

Yet so many trying

to break through.

We're drowning in time.

Our clocks not working.

I'm losing you.

and I know it.

Fix our time so

We can fix our souls.