I've loved you from a distance
Memorized your every curve
You finally spoke to me with that silent whisper of yours
And as I listened even as the wind carried your whisper away
I was only waiting for you to say
"Baby, I love you."
Yet I found out you slowly took her clothes off
In that empty house with the windows letting in only the moonlight
And suddenly I hoped that you would never say it
So I wouldn't have to say
"Sweetie, I loved you."
*I should consider taking paper or a notebook with me everywhere I go. Today I got inspired, and having no paper I resorted to writing an entire poem on my hand and up my arm. Well, it's not like I don't write on my left hand every single day...
Signing off,
Sophia
Wow, that was beautiful. I also keep telling myself I should carry around a notebook, but where is there to keep it?
Hello Sweetie!
How are you?
Huh, It's been pouring here since
yesterday.
I wish God blessed to have a talent in writing.
You're really a good poet!