If I spoke to you. Would you listen or silence your ears. If I spoke to you. Would you respond or deem my voice a figment of your imagination. If I spoke to you. I would say you are a angel, blessed with the gift of attraction. You are the tides, of the ocean deep in the valley of my soul. You are the beat, drowning in the sorrows of my heart. You are the yacht sailing on the waves of my love. I would tell you that we have a bond, an unspoken bond that only we could understand. I wish to be your rock, your swords, and shield. I wish to be the knight in shining armor for the ever lasting Queen. What magical being, What skill of sorcery, has made me worthy of you. The most beautiful blessing of a curse, forced to imperfectly love perfection. Force to be the thorn in your rose. The salt in your water. The acid to your rain. I guess I'm just another fallen soldier in the war of your love.
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The Journal of Wet Pages
PoetryStories/poems where I talk about hardships that either I or someone has dealt with before.
