Perhaps I must write about you;
I could write about you;
I should write about you.
For I will soon forget all the times
when you made my heart warm,
and when I made you smile.
Yet, every time I sit down to write about you,
a new crack is created over my fragile heart.
So, I stop.
I stop reminiscing about
the way you felt against my arm;
the way your hazel eyes looked at me;
the way your cheeks turned pink;
the way you were impatient to the entire world,
but the most tolerant with me;
and the way you were kind to me.
I make myself stop
only to realize that I'd already been thinking about you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
