Poetry of the Forgotten Misfits

Love Letters

there's something about love

SOmething... what does it remind me of?

Does it remind me of the stars

how they are there for as long as you look up?

Does it remind me of the moon

eternal and ready to embrace you.

Or does it remind me of the dawn?

Gentle and tender like a newborn fawn.

Something is out there, 

i must search for it.

Searching over hilltops

or the highest stair. 

Its the thing that makes you smile,

makes your cheeks hurt, 

makes you want to run a mile. 

Its the thing that brings back memories,

of the nights alone 

of the people you call on your phone.

Of the warmth that calls you home.