When I write about love,
It feels sour on the tongue.
When have I been in love?
When have I been starry-eyed,
Kissed under the moonlight
As the fireflies emerge?
I haven't.
I just pretend to know it
So that everyone will accept my hand.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
