Your love was a song-
a melancholy collection of melodies
written by the broken.
Your love was a story-
a fairytale,
magic,
with a happy ending.
Your love was a flower-
a crimson rose, fully bloomed,
just in time for spring.
Your love was a place-
somewhere I've never been,
but felt like home.
Your love was time-
that midnight of New Year's,
both a beginning and an end.
Your love was the most beautiful feeling-
a desire for one sinful night with someone
who could never be mine.
C❤️
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.