You and poems

Distance between words
is our home.

I hang my words on the
red thread around your neck
and everytime I look at you
it reminds me of the fact
that my poems and you are one,
Talking about chills
I never met anyone like you, none.

Your smile reminds me of the sky
under which we first met,
and the summer breeze
take me back to the mix tape
you left on my table,
Yes , I’m not over it yet.

The only thing I feel anymore
is you and poems,
My skin is poems and you.

~🧜

10 thoughts on “You and poems

  1. “Distance between words
    is our home.

    “I hang my words on the
    red thread around your neck
    and everytime I look at you
    it reminds me of the fact
    that my poems and you are one,
    Talking about chills” […]

    Ummm…. this poem gave me chills! So. Beautiful. ❤️

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  2. “Your smile reminds me of the sky
under which we first met…”
    Sounds so sweet and wonderful! Your poems paint a beautiful picture always! Thank you again for an amazing poem! 😻😸

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  3. Gosh, this is a truly magnificent poem.

    “that my poems and you are one”

    Your muse is your poem. Such pure words that speak of such love. And the mix tape… I have one of those I never got over yet either.
    I love this.

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