The truth?
How do I say honestly?
I love you.
Even when the impossible
forms existence.
Because when the moonlight
dances across the surface
of your skin,
the reflection that comes back
is home.
The truth?
I love you.
Even when it's hard to love you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis text is purely a place for me to spill my poetry. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. Poetry is not all love, or tragedy, or the anxious thoughts that keep you up at night. Poetry is a way for the heart to speak. I ho...
