I searched for you in the depth of your kiss,
Like a desert man stuck in the sahara for a thousand years.
I didn't know I was thirsty 'till I had a taste of the ocean in your eyes.
And in the night, I burned like a foolish moth,
But I kept on traversing closer and closer to your flame.
In the daylight, I yearned for the moon to arrive,
Because only then would I see your beauty;
In the shadows, in the areas of the room that isn't touched by the light,
in the crevices of the walls, in the curve of your sardonic smile.
Here in your embrace,
I welcomed the spring as the winter drifted away.
Burrowing deeper into the nook of your neck,
you chased away the nightmares in my sleep.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
