In reply to your last letter,
This is me trying to match your rhythm
Hoping to catch your attention
Though we don't move in the same motion
I hope this piece brings the notion
That you are important
Have always been important
Because you have awakened
Something in me I had mistaken
For just a lustful love story
But you are poetry.
If seeing you is only an illusion
And you are nothing but a tampered vision
An illustrated addiction
A pigment of my imagination
And being with you is only a delusion
A made-up fiction
And I'm reading to have my heart broken
I would still finish the story
Of this beautiful tragedy
Because you are poetry.
I know I am at my last comma
Before this story is over
And there's only one more dot
Before I meet the back cover
But I can't put you down, my lover
I can't put you away, my desire
Because baby, you are my favourite poetry.
But this story's ending soon
Yet I still fell like a fool, a tool
Because you make me feel full
You make me love me for me
And you make me believe
That I am poetry.
YOU ARE READING
Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
