I want to be your dairy,
And not just on days when you have something to say but also on days when silence is the only ink you can deep your tongue into,
On those days.. Carve me into the curvatures of your silence,
Because see you don't need words to fill the spaces between my margins,
To me a blank page does not signify empty,
Because so long as you are around I am always complete.
And every time we speak it's like magic,
And I mean real magic,
With no spell check to show us the right way to communicate,
It's pure and imperfect,
As every conversation should be.
See on most days to me words are simply things people regurgitate in the form of sentences,
But when you speak.... Your words levitate like active grenades suspended in the spaces between my eardrums,
And each time you so much as whisper I hear them detonate,
And once again.. I am mind blown..
By the penmanship of your tongue.
Come fill this dairy of yours with everything you've ever wanted to say,
And everything you've ever been too afraid to say,
Let's skip the conversation starter and go straight to the main course,
Tell me about the demons that course through your veins,
In fact let them into our quiet conversation,
I'm sure I can show them one hell of a time.
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Love: A Journey
PoesíaThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
