If love were made of paper,
I’d craft a paper boat.
I’d let it drift across the sea,
Until it reaches your doorstep on 11th Street.
Would you welcome it in,
Or let it sink beneath the waves?
I once made a paper plane,
Dreaming I could soar like one.
Carefree, without a thought of crash,
No destination, just a soul ready to leap.
Yet, like fresh paper, it ages with time—
Burned, soaked, torn apart,
Or locked away on dusty shelves of memories.
All I could do was write a love letter
That I fear might never reach you.
I folded a thousand paper cranes,
Each one wishing to see your face
For one last glimpse, one final moment,
One last hello, one final goodbye,
One last kiss to outlast a thousand tears.
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Vivid
PoetryA collection of poems bound by visceral emotions and vivid imagery, this book captures the raw essence of the human emotional landscape. Each poem delves deep into the complexities of all emotions, revealing the intensity of sensation in every word.
