There we go again.
Pen against paper.
Paper against messy thoughts.
I swore I'd leave this habit
but my addiction to you is harder.
So hard that even though
my pen is tired of writing
about your blue eyes,
and my paper sick of listening
about your wide smile ;
I go against
these two close friends of mine
and talk, and talk, and talk about us,
as if we were something.
YOU ARE READING
Love Poems
Poetry"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it"-Nicholas Sparks
