I couldn't wait any longer,
So I made a playlist,
Not for the world to hear,
But for you to listen to,
Every song a confession,
Every beat a feeling I couldn't quite say.
I know it's not the usual way,
That girls don't ask first,
But when I'm this in love,
I can't keep it locked inside,
Not when every song I play
Is a melody of what I want,
Of what I hope we'll be.
It's a little embarrassing,
But I don't care anymore,
I'd tell the world if I could,
That I want you to be mine—
Not just for today,
But for every tomorrow after.
So I hit send,
And with it, I held my breath,
Hoping you'd hear the heartbeats
Between each track,
And know, without a doubt,
That I'm already yours.
And when you said yes,
It was like every song on that list
Finally made sense—
A love story that started
With a playlist, and a girl
Who couldn't wait to make you hers.
YOU ARE READING
Where Words Fall Short
PoetryA collection of poems that captures the depth of love where language falters. 'When Words Fall Short' is a tribute to the glances, quiet sighs, and unspoken bonds that speak louder than words-dedicated to the one who makes every moment timeless.
