Dear future lover,
Falling in love with me is going to be easy,
Like floating back to the shore riding a wave,
But remaining in the shore with your feet touching the water,
Yet your body never floating away,
Will be hard,
Like staying in love with me.
Sleeping alone in the bed,
With my place growing colder with each passing second,
Is probably going to test your limits,
To love and to stay in love,
But it will probably be easy for you,
Because you will have fallen for an artist,
A writer,
Who paints you without moving a brush against,
Every white sheet she finds,
And describes you in words,
So raw and intimate that,
It makes even you want to shy away.
I know it won't be easy,
To find yourself,
With the expense of losing me ,
Ever so often,
To a page or a thought,
Which maybe beyond your understanding,
Even at those times,
Remind me to cherish us.
I know I will be far from perfect,
But I promise to be yours,
Even in times,
It seems to be uncertain,
Especially when we have mountains of unsaid words,
Creeping up on everything harsh said out loud,
I vow to stand together,
Not against,
And when we do fall,
To jump off a cliff,
Two hands intertwined,
Two hearts beating in the same rhythm,
Two bodies one and the same,
And two souls merged as one.
-I write my own version of fairy tale.
-Oyin.
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Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
