Talk to Me
Who would have thought
Three simple words would be so powerful.
I sit here,
trying to conjure stories and odes,
pages on what I think my heart says,
I love you.
Broken from my purple soul,
Three words that I shout in a white room,
Because I've been nothing but honest.
If you could see me now.
Like I have seen you everywhere else.
Three words that made the cold, colder,
and creeps its head in my season of the Sun.
I miss you.
I no longer question facts,
because they are neither simple or fair.
So I am left in purgatory,
dreaming of beating hearts,
So when we speak again
what will your three words be?
Posted Aug 31, 2021, 5:05 PM UTC · edited
This a beautiful poem that I can relate to a lot at this point of my life thank you for sharing.
Second this. Thank you