I could speak of your looks for hours,
Even days may not be sufficient.
I sit as lonely and reminiscent,
As in my mind, memories overpower:
Memories of the jackets you wear,
Their colors that accent each feature;
The hats you wear affect me deeper,
As I know, right under lies your lovely hair;
Even wearing nothing at all, too,
For your perfect form, my gaze never strays;
I wonder if you admire me the same ways,
And from your words, I see that it's true...
January 22, 2024
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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
Poetry"There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek, Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart: I rip this bleak chest open and its blood begins to leak Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart." - an excerpt from "M...
