Pages To Burn, 2023
Those enchanting nights spent with you,
took a massive part of me, turning me ocean blue.
But everything fades right after the morning comes,
like an old guitar that loses its strums---
as if the daylight is suspended when doubts succumb.
You are my cure, my remedy.
Your voice is my favorite melody.
Your name became the subject of my poetry.
But now I'm begging
for our rhythms to rhyme,
like how you used to
made our hands intertwined.
And I guess they are right, after all---
that not every star is meant to fall.
Perhaps they're right that my handwritten art
contains too much tragedy.
Maybe it's time to change
the subject of my poetry,
to burn the remaining pages of you and me.
YOU ARE READING
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