What am I up against?
well, it is lips that cradle a sweet voice,
a body with curves that are exquisite,
and hair that's always messy-
but always graceful, and always pretty
I'm against someone who I can never be
or maybe not,
maybe I'm against you...
someone who can never love me
—heard by the wind, she told me about how you loved each other
YOU ARE READING
just in whispers
PoetrySome love happens too fast to be deemed true. Some love fades away so swiftly that it doesn't approve to be grasped as a memory. Some love is enormous it calls to be screamed. Then there's my love for you that is the same yet different. A love so fo...
