Poem
In the warp holes of love, attention flourishes,
A tender touch, a gaze that nourishes.
With every gesture, every word spoken,
Her flame ignites, forever unbroken.
In the concrete jungle where dreams collide,
I wandered, unsure of the path to stride.
A young heart beating with questions untold,
Navigating a world where identities unfold.
She was plenty woman I long to be like her;
A woman, so soon.
My girl era ended when she pushed my back against the earth.
No grass greener and no skies blue
Could love be?
Could I love she?
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Feelings: Monologue/Poetry Collection
PoetryThese are monologues and poems that are completely random. Just getting my art out there ya know! Please check my profile for similar consistent works. (Currently working on a drafted piece: "Lotus' Story" 1/5 books of my new series: Because It's No...
