It's the fresh breeze on a hot summer day,
It's the flow of tears that washes the pain away.
It's the smell of spring
Flowers and feelings in pieces,
As the life you were living
Stops to breathe in the choices.
So carefully made with smiles,
As your hand brushed mine.
And we drive for miles,
Listening to music that makes us shine.
It's the feeling that fills our hearts
As it takes ahold of our souls.
And the lover who looks at the art,
As life overflows.
It's that suddenly,
All the songs were about you.
And wonderfully,
All the words I wrote made me think of you.
Falling in love,
What is it?
A shove,
That pushes us off the limit?
A graze,
That makes us invincible?
A blaze,
That burns, unpredictable?
Falling in love,
What kills us?
The drop from above,
Or the possibility of us?
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
