"I love you" can't be said in only one way.
I say it every day that I don't,
When I'm too scared, so I write it in a note.
When I sing my favorite tune,
And within it, I can hear echoes of you.
In the unspoken things.
Like the speechlessness that seeing you brings,
Or the silent way my heart rings.
In picking flowers,
Whispering "I love you, I love you not" as the petals fall for hours.
In watching the sun rise.
And then watching as it dies.
Telling myself I'll be alright, telling myself lies.
I love you in ways I can never quite say,
Because I love you too much for it to be explained.
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A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry
PoetryAs you all may know, I am not a poet. But when inspiration strikes, I write in whatever way it comes to me. I hope you guys enjoy!
