Twenty seventh of April
You lay your head
And grab my waist.
The twenty ninth, I slept
And felt safe.
The first of May
You held me as I cried.
Sixth and we kissed
Our first kiss;
A silly dare that stopped my heart.
I'm October I told you I liked you...
But what I meant was love
And Halloween delivered our treat.
Valentines was magic,
First of March was tragic.
Now: the thirtieth of April
Marks the date I love you most
And I thought would never happen;
Our six month anniversary,
And it feels like heaven.
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Poems
PoetryA book of my poems ⚠️Insinuations if suicide, traumatic events⚠️ There will be individual trigger warning on the more extreme poems but this can refer to any.
