He has the love of a God
He plucks the dead roses out of my heart
And plants red roses all over it
He has the power to make me go dumbfounded
And he knows it
He can kill me just with a hug
I am scared to touch him
Because he is as bright as the sun
The sun that would burn you up
I am the gray
The moon that absorbs his light
He is the reason for my poems
Since when I saw him
My poems became more poetic
After all, he is the poet's muse
YOU ARE READING
To The Person I Loved And Lost
PuisiTo 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...
