I was great with words
But around you, my mind went blank
Being open with you was weird because
Talking about my feelings was hard for me
And I'm not good at being frank.
I still think of you when I see a sunrise
Because you used to send me pictures of them sometimes
And I'll always remember when "Tag, you're it "
Was one of your favorite lines
When you complimented me
My heart skipped a beat
Even the little things
They'd sweep me off my feet
Even as a writer
I couldn't come up with a story
As all over the place as ours
But I'm thankful I got to experience it with you
I wouldn't trade it for the world
I wouldn't have it any other way
I'm thankful I got to talk to you
And see you every day.
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A Poets Diary
PoesíaI really enjoy writing and I have been writing poems for a while, I'm finally gaining the confidence to share them, some are extremely personal to me and discuss some topics that may make people uncomfortable so please check the tws. Most of them a...
