You may not know why I love you
but the tapestry of stars
weaved under the jet black sky do.
They've witnessed my cries and smiles
and they seem to understand why.
You made me feel safe in my own skin
and fastened the tapes
that once teared me from within
You unravelled the gordian knots
that once entangled my thoughts
and helped me find my voice
while it was being deafened
You may not see it, but oh, the skies do.
They see how much I love you.
YOU ARE READING
honeysuckle evenings.
Poetrya short collection of scattered imagination verbalised into words. a love story in different parts. ©️ all poems belong to me. - cover: honeysuckle illustration from vectorstock - i do not own any of the pictures in this book. HIGHEST RANKS ...
