Look up at the perfection I see,
When I think all I think of is he,
Soft curves of his cheek fit into my hand,
Was this an accident or was it all planned?
Look up at the perfection I see,
He is everything I want him to be,
Move over let me hold him a second time,
As I whisper to him my final rhyme.
Hey you, the perfection I see,
Not you or I, we're better as we,
Lower yourself and kiss me once more,
I'm glad I washed up, finally on shore.
~ 26.6.19
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
