I can't seem to write
perfect words
or make them flow as
they should.
They don't sound
particularly profound.
I can't paint you
pretty pictures
or blend colors like
other artists do.
My watercolors don't
bleed beautifully.
But I can say I love you
in as many languages
as you need me to.
I can be fluent in
loving you.
LR
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Swimming Lessons: Poems
PoetryI seem to be your new favorite novel. One that keeps you up at night, turning my pages. Fingers lingering on me so you don't lose your place. A poem from the poetry book.
