I remember happier times when
You were right there waiting.
Waiting for me to respond to
Your words, your thoughts.
I remember dreaming of that day
Where we would meet.
You told me that you would buy me
A dozen Brazilian roses, but switched it to
A box full of exotic chocolates.
I remember teasing you
Telling you that I would hide,
Like a shy little bunny I was.
You pretended to be hurt
And I just smiled shyly.
And told you I loved you
In your native tongue.
Remembering these days
Is the sweetest gift I
Could ever want.
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On Broken Wings(Complete)
PoetryI truly want to fully publish this set of poetry one day with some minor changes in the order of the poems. I base this book based off of my second poem On Broken Wings. The poems vary from real life drama I choose to share through poetry to basic...
