My hands are busy as a bee,
They write thousands of letters from a-z.
Unsent letters from me to him,
Should I just give up my love dream?
His eyes were diamonds,
Like stars they align and.
Summers almost here then,
I'll write about sunny days with my pen.
The wind howled in the quiet night,
With sappy eyes I gaze up on limelight.
My love for him weighs a ton
Just finished my poem so I'm done.
3/2/23
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From Venus To Earth
PoetryA short compilation of my poems and writings that I wrote while I think of him. Both sad and happy feelings that I'll keep in my memory. Start: 5/22/23 Finish: 6/16/23
