did she look like a poem?
no, she was the poem.
but…
My poetry
was the feeling,
and all she saw
was only words
I was writing the whole ocean,
but she noticed
just the shore.
She read the letters
in black,
but never the fire
they held in back.
I bled in verses,
loving through pain,
but all she saw was
a scar in vain…
written by @bbohemiann
no, she was the poem.
but…
My poetry
was the feeling,
and all she saw
was only words
I was writing the whole ocean,
but she noticed
just the shore.
She read the letters
in black,
but never the fire
they held in back.
I bled in verses,
loving through pain,
but all she saw was
a scar in vain…
written by @bbohemiann