your eyes tell me a story of growth,
I wait everyday for you to converse with me,
just because you bring peace to my soul,
a peace unknown to man,
I like how it makes me feel,
your conversations take me to the moon,
Where we lay and discuss life,
we talk about everything,
you fulfill my needs,
it's like we are in love but platonically,
which is the fun kind,
I wait for the day you open up your heart,
because that is the day I have to give you up for good,
That's the day where we begin to cut down on talking,
Which is good,
Because you nurtured my broken wings,
So that I could fly back to the rings of Saturn,
And wait for a love so deep that the ocean would remain envious.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
