Hello, how are you today?
Why are you asking?
I saw glitter in your eyes, I admired It, and besides, I'm a love seeker.
I collect love poems from various trees, and I try to place them in my berry basket.
Darling, poetry is like berries, fresh, sexy, scented, and yummy.
But, but I'm not a fruit!
And definitely, I don't belong in your book.
That glitter you saw called life, called love, called pain.
I'm a breathing poem I wander free, I inhale life and all her pleasant details.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
