It's a game I always lose
Where I get tangled in those words you throw at me
And I catch them. Every single syllable in my hand until I can no longer speak the language
I feel your passion through your words
Like romantic poetry
You dazzle me with gold
Until I'm sold
Like a work of art you took so long to perfect
But I guess that's what I get for being your muse.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
