t easing light in those brown eyes
h e chuckles, always a surprise
a sking where i hide my heart
t aking root in every part
b uoy in my drowning seas
o nce a stranger, now a need
y es, he's friends with all my ghosts
i t's what i love about him most
l ove's a strong word to be revered
i n my memory his name is seared
k eeping him close, never again estranged
e verything is irrevocably changed.
YOU ARE READING
Original Poetry
PoetryI write about a "she" person feeling all these things. It feels like I'm telling a fictional story, which feels worlds better to believe.
