My first love was black and white,
stable, comfortable, harmonious,
It was calm but something always felt off,
it lacked something I could never figure out.
My next love was burning red,
unstable, messy, passionate,
we were sneaking in and out of closed rooms,
always running away from the truth.
But you, you are golden,
warm, yearning, joyful,
and I don't know if you're going to be my last love,
But I do know that loving you
has been the easiest thing I've ever done.
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|POEMS| The untold words...
Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
