We never set out to write poetry.
We just spilled our fucking hearts.
We never set out to fall in love.
Here we are in its thorns.
All these words make us look like
poets.
But trust me when I say we are just
Some hopeless looking lovesick
people.
Trying to find peace in the serenity of
poetry.
Together we assemble in our rehab,
Waterworks forming a fountain,
Happiness found its way back into
our midst.
Leaving behind the taunting
memories.
YOU ARE READING
Love and it's relatives
PoetryIt centers on love and everything that comes with it. A book of poems that highlights the different ways love affects a person. I love Love and it wouldn't be fair if I don't give out the love I receive on a daily from God to others. These words ar...
