You used to say
I'm the only book in your library
And I had all my chapters named after you
All your adjectives were used to preceding my initials
All your poems rhyming with my name
Then how did we reach this stage darling?
When I have to search my name in your margins
And you have to check my footnotes for yours
Our love, once thought of as evergreen
Turns colors like deciduous now
With the leaves of our trust withering
The tree we once planted, nurtured
On the verge of wilting.
tell me your thoughts....
love,
A
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoésieShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
