3 words. 3 syllables. 8 letters.
And even if I don't completely feel it yet
I know that I will
I know that I wake up every morning and you are the first thing on my mind.
I know that when you speak to me, nothing else matters.
I know that you are the only person on this earth I've allowed to know me. Truly.
I die to say these 3 little words.
The ones that have so much meaning yet so little to say.
Maybe it's not that I don't feel it.
Maybe I've never felt it and it's foreign qualities don't allow me to yet understand it
But I know that when the time is right
And I finally have the courage
Those 3 little words will no longer describe the true feelings I have for you.
You are exquisite in every form.
A true work of art both mentally and physically
And that's why I say
3 words. 3 syllables. 8 letters.
YOU ARE READING
Cold comfort
PoesíaA series of poems written by me, and I promise you, you won't be disappointed.
