I was in love,
with the way he smiled.
I was in love,
with the way his eyes smiled
when he smiled.
I was in love,
with his voice.
I was in love,
with the knowing
that we shared the same sky.
I was in love,
with the mere fact that he existed.
His presence felt like a deep poem.
The poem I am still in love with.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoésieIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
