Sweet nothings,
Like the songs of a dove in the soft morning.
A melody that dances on the morning love,
Carrying truths only i could wish you would believe.
I want you to believe you're precious,
A bird so rare, unmatched in grace,
Perfect in every flutter, every feather,
A wonder soaring against the midnight sky.
And even if your wings ever feel too fragile to fly,
Just know
I will always see you, as you are, as you will be,
Strong, brave, and beautiful.
To R <3
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"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato
YOU ARE READING
The words of a dead bard
Poetrylittle poems I've written, some good some bad. Most of these are a collection of emotions and feelings of loneliness and heartbreak that overwhelmed me, some now of love. This is a book to honour those and let the poor bard in me rest.
