3rd of March
You are every beam of sunlight
that wakes me up in the morning
and every single star I see at night
that completes my entire evening
You are the creamer on my coffee
making every sip I take sweeter
and every spice that I long to taste
in my plate when it's time for dinner
You are still more than just a subject
though you are no longer mine
because you showed me forever
in that short bittersweet period of time
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
