We met at a bend You were melting into drizzle Dropping slight and slow There was no other sign The piece of light inside my head turned into street lamp That was a mysterious moment when I could see you, through Your heart was clear, your misery was clear There was no page marker I have read you, all over
October, 2016
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Posted: Aug 2020
About this poem:
This was a poem I wrote for someone after our 2nd meeting. Funny that the last time I posted my poem was when I was broken hearted and this one I guess when I started to fall in love. I should've known, I can write this good usually when I am broken hearted or in love :)
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