When all of the words I can possibly write
Rival the stars on
A dark summer's night
How could I know
Which one would mean more
When each one contained
Feelings galore
I could just stay awake
And pull an all-nighter
As I read and I write
And I try to decipher
But I would soon realize
That it does not matter
For the words that mean most
Are not found in chatter
They are found in the actions
That I make every day
From the way that I kiss you
To your name that I say
From the looks that I steal
When you are not looking
To the tastes that I sneak
When you're happily cooking
For you see, as a poet,
I can only express
My feelings for you
When they burst from my chest
And yes there and days
When I can't say those words
But they are still there
Like an escaping bird
Who has run from its cage
But is trapped in a house
It may have fled once
But it will never get out
And I'm sorry for making you
Wait 18 of your years
I know that you've suffered
I know of your tears
But I am here now
And I don't plan on leaving
You are the love of my life
And that, I will keep believing
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
Thơ caTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
