Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Love is real.

Love is real.
It is car rides with music blasting
So loud you can bearly hear
The sound of his broken exhaust
That he meant to fix last week.
It is the summer breeze through
Your windows in the morning
That brushes on your face,
Making you turn to find him
Still sleeping peacefully by your side.
It is a spring day on the couch,
Napping quietly on his chest
Whilst he reads his books
As the warm sun peaks
Through the blinds onto us.

Love is real. I felt it.
I still do.
But in the end love does not last between two very different people.