HIM
How is it that every day, I see your smile rising in the wind?
-and when I think you are not there, I look up to find you dancing with the stars. Never failing to leave within me, a leaping fire.
I always thought you were a physical manifestation of my universe— everything I wanted put into one body. You are home to me. My favourite place to go when my heart sought comfort.
Love they say leads us somewhere, and maybe that was why I found your poems.
The one you wrote to one who owned your heart— to me.
You have always wanted me to listen to your truth, but right now I can only hope you listen to my truth.
I wish to tell you that I have always loved you, and I always will. That you are the reason I write— you are my poems, and every piece has, and always will be about you.
Love they say always leads us somewhere, and it has led me right to you— YOU are my truth.
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~C.V.
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A LOVE REQUITED
Poetry•HIM• •His words were pieces of a map leading to his heart, and each day he prayed she put the pieces together-that she found her way to him. •HER• Her words to him would be meaningless should he ever read them and yet amidst it all, she jumped int...
