It's after months that I see you today.
Your hair has grown,
A mop on your head.
Tell me, love, did you miss me?
It's after months that I see you today.
Your smile is brighter,
A glowing star in its own way.
So tell me, love, did you miss me?
It's after months that I see you today.
Your eyes are alight,
Alas, it is only for her.
But tell me, love, did you miss me?
It's after months that I see you today.
You don't look my way.
Forgive my poor hopeful heart,
And tell me, love, did you miss me?
"This is a work of fiction" 🔪😭
Someone kill me... not really.
I am officially naming this collection Mellifluous because my poems sound beautiful and that is on periodt 🙃😉 jk jk
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Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection
PoetrySomewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
