Each love poem is the same,
The words are unchanged.
Feelings are left to bleed on paper,
From the ink of a single long lived pen.
Mon Cherie,
My love,
My darling.
For words can not nearly express how the ocean sinks in,
How the world betrays a soul each day,
How the sun falls for the moon,
And how the moon is in love with Venus instead.
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Poems and Unsent Letters
PoetryI often write little poems and letters here and there, I thought I'd bring them out for a walk to see the world, cuz they're just sitting in my notes app gathering digital dust. DO NOT REPOST.
