Currently Untitled Poem of Love

by

Adam Gosha

Too tired to write, too shaken
to be an artist, so beautiful
are you to me, you're too
lovable to be too perfect.
As you say things I never hear,
as you keep on keeping on without me,
and when you write things I can never read,
I can't help but worry, about you
and what you feel. Another night
passes not knowing your day, I'm
left alone with brittle memories,
your face, what we've said, what
we've read, every minute since
we've met. I'll say it here first
I love you to death, it's hard
even for me sometimes to
believe how much.

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Why don't you look at Possibilities
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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