Love is a strong word
it feels like blood spilling from my lips
but it demands to be heard
as my stomach flips.
The rhyme in my mind
forms on my tongue
but my heart is blind
and liquid fills my lungs.
I don't think I love you
but I can't describe how I feel
are you feeling this too?
Is it my heart you're trying to steal?
I don't want a response now
because I've realized I love you
I don't understand how
I just hope you love me too.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
