Love was unclear until I met you.
Before, I was aloof, then my views changed.
You took me off guard before my breakthrough.
You were a flatterer and I'd be damned,
if I didn't get a tiny chance to say
you make me feel lovely and like a dime.
One evening as we walked down by the bay
you said you'd love me 'Til the end of the time.
But nights turned into years and you weren't here
a box of memories was all I had
to remember a time when you were near.
I can't say I'm mad or even close to sad.
The time we were together was enough
to collect my miniscule box of stuff.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryA series of poems about myself, love, and fear. It seems monsters lurk around every corner of life.
