I don't need to compare your lips to the color of sunburned skin during summer,
or say how the bags under your eyes remind me of endless purple blotched skies
I don't need to compare our love to a sick romeo an juliet cameo
The way I love you is impossible to string into metaphors that sound awe-worthy
Our love is beautiful because I don't need words to portray what we both already know,
and if that isn't poetry,
I don't know what is
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Residual ↠ {r.e.}
Thơ caA collection of poems I have written over the course of nearly three years. These poems paint the picture of my struggle through being a cynical teenager with a mental illness in a sad farm town. {Book #1: Residual} *Some Poems May Be Triggering*
