Where were you
when I wrote my first poem?
You were not able
to taste the bitter
metaphors in them
the first time it was uttered
by my lips.
You're right, I also have to ask myself.
Where was I when my pen touched
the old paper and scribbled its
magical thought?
It was the other way around, you were there,
you were the poem itself and I was lost in you.
YOU ARE READING
Seulument Toi
PoetryCompilations of prose and poems. To the future, to the heart I'll surrender my heart for. To the incomplete soon to be filled, may we find the love of our lives and never let them go.
