Often when the sky turns to pink from blue,
I write down words in a poem about you,
Don't want to let anything change, for anything to let go,
Wondering about about things, wondering if you know.
Thinking about the ways I can look up I your eyes,
When all I do is try to summon the bravery to smile,
Without making it any weird than it is,
Wondering if you know about the way my heart beats.
It becomes a tragic mess,
I try to keep it all in,
And stay still as you lie down on your desk,
Wondering if you know that I've loved you since the first day.
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All My Poems Of August 2023
PoetryThe month of unpredictable rain showers and the hide and seek of sun and the clouds, the month of poetry written down for every kind of love's death and the month of my heart desiring for fairy tales... I invite you to read the poetry of my August o...
