Some say to write a poem
We need a muse
My darling
They have no idea
That
Your eyes are where I want to be
A poet is what I am
But you my muse
My quill
Not going to use the strong word
That could make the world up in flames
You came into my life
A strong connection is what we felt
That day
I can never forget that date
'Heatwaves' play in the distance
That's our song
Isn't it?
Late night talks
' Maroon' playing in each of our earphones
Listening to it
Cherishing it
Together
Even though it is a heartache song
But
Why are my cheeks in maroon?
The same cheeks
Tears once were familiar with
Oh boy
I have fallen for you
And they have no idea about it
YOU ARE READING
To The Person I Loved And Lost
PoetryTo the girls with trust issues, to the girls who are always the poet never the poem, to the girls who are always the angel never the God, to all the girls of illicit affairs(swifties),to the girls who are always the other woman,to the girls of "you...
