I was looking for love
I knew exactly what he would be
His eyes would hold mine ever so gently
His smile lighting up a thousand stars
At night I traced the shape of his face
Into thin air,
I had him memorised
I knew what dates we would go on
What dress I would pick
Then love came
Shattering all windows
In the only hallway I hadn't paced
In hopes of finding him
Love was nothing like I imagined
He was tattoos
And old books
He wore bandanas
He didn't always open doors for me
He was late to our first date
And hated the pop music I had imagined
Us to be dancing to
Love had songs that reminded him
Of somebody else
But so did I
What a plot twist he was
I never expected it to be him
But it's him
It's all him.
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UNSUNG BALLADS
PoetryThe ocean does not apologise for it's depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so neither shall I. This is some of my original poetry , that was getting too tired sitting on the last pages of my notebooks.
