Why does it feel like I’m falling?
Not from the sky above, but into you, my love.
My love? Did I really say that—love?
How does it feel to be loved?
A question that lingers, unanswered,
Yet here I am, wondering,
Am I… in love?
Drawn to your deep, gentle voice,
Your chocolate-brown skin,
And that merciless height.
It’s funny, really—
And yet, why does it feel like love?
can i call it love?
So many questions linger, still unasked,
Could it be true? Am I in love again?
With a boy who’s nothing like my dreams,
Far from the standards I once held dear.
Yet, here I am, enchanted by his voice,
The gentle way he says my name,
The way he speaks of me, so casually,
As if I’m woven into his world.
It’s in those quiet moments—
The way he notices the smallest things—
That something blooms, unbidden, in my heart,
And I wonder, could this truly be love?
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
