It's in those shapes I caught myself looking,
those distinct scars you couldn't miss.
And most of the times it's in the smallest thing
we constantly find ourselves getting lost in.
By the way he opens any door,
or even just when he smiles as you talk.
In endless nights where he swore,
that in the aisle, someday, you'd walk.
But other times it was when he mentioned,
that one story I didn't know I told.
It states he hears and listens when you thought he was bored,
so you smiled and you couldn't love him more.
We never loved a man,
we loved how they made us feel.
A constant one,
in joy through ill.
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Pieces of Her (Poetries Only)
PoetryGo through, mi amor! This is a series of short poems. Please, do not expect long reads and I hope you enjoy reading! :x
