She loves to write,
Even through the night,
Her words are always meant for him,
But words can't contain all her love,
Sometimes the words are not enough,
So she plants soft kisses along his cheek,
As the words explode into the air,
Just like a giant flare.
Authors note:
Happy world poetry day everyone!
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
