I loved him on a Monday,
Dead leaves everywhere.
I loved her on a Friday,
Autumn in the air.
I touched him like the late summer,
Soon to kiss goodbye.
I kissed her like the golden Amber
Burning in the sky.
His words were frigid
As the mornings now.
Her words stole me
From the cold somehow,
And there I laid within her arms
And watched Fall fall away.
YOU ARE READING
Radiant
PoetryGoing on my 4th year of struggling to write poetry, and she comes along. These are poems about Her. A friend of mine told me that since I met her, I radiate; therefore, this book is called "Radiant". Read, vote, comment, or ignore, but do enjoy.
