with every piano key
every drumbeat
there isn't a moment where your
name isn't etched on my mind
loving you is so mainstream
stuck in my head like a catchy melody
i would write symphonies for you
of course if i knew how
if my fingers didn't grow sore
after playing the guitar
if the strings didn't burn into my skin
like a persistent memory.
loving you is a content, steady stream
i've never felt more direct
all my facades fall to the floor
intimacy is scary but
you hold my hand through it
i whisper how i feel into your ears
sweet notes dance around our heads
close my eyes and you're still there
comfort engulfs me when i look at you
YOU ARE READING
the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
