I came and went like the waves
And the current came in like a rip tide
And then the magic was no longer at lost for words
Because she made me gather my pencil and paper and start writing these words of love to
her.
Everyone was like a ghost of the past and passing through the transparency of the walls
almost like the ghost was human and I was the angel looking at the view of you and it was
just my imagination from the love I had for you and I promised myself that I would start
seeing reality as If it was a photograph I was taking of you and the picture I drew of you
hoping it was not just a memory of you but the way I saw the only version of the person I
loved of you.
YOU ARE READING
The me to you, The me to her, The me to him, The me of you and me, in our dreams
PoesiaMy love letters of poetry to you Was the last memory that became the start of the dream And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
