'You have a way with words' he whispered
I responded 'Okay love let's put that to the test'
He grinned almost blushing I could swear 'You're mad', says he 'But you don't care'.
We both sat in the comfortable silence,staring each other down willing each to cave before the other
Any moment now I thought seeing his mask slowly slip away;
If I could get a penny for every time I've said not again I might be the next Mansa Musa
Most days Spotify automatically plays me Karol and Nicki's Tusa.
Sweetheart in this battle I'm nothing but a sore loser
Forever searching,forever looking,forever going in circles,forever wishing;
Huh,wishes.
How many nights I've made them
How many prayers I prayed then
16 wishes,the 12 Magical Nights
Planting seedlings and loving them right
Sonnets upon sonnets
Love songs penned but how they never connect
I think at some point I gave up that I'll never forget
But my love that's a conversation for another sunset.
It was your voice,the tenderness of your words The warmth of your eyes when you first looked at me
It's your care,the questions you ask when I thought there was none.
I know I've said enough like you said I have a way with words
So do you think we could work that just maybe be you could be the first?
YOU ARE READING
22;A Collection of Short Poems
PoetryAs my 22nd Birthday gift, I'm publishing a few of the short poems I've written for over the past few years on my hiatus, I hope y'all enjoy.
