Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Just an unrequited lover, Wishing she had never spoken your name

she is made up of words that not anyone can understand
her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache
and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless
she is the prettiest song
the perfect sonnet
the most meaningful haiku
and the longest novel


it takes awhile to read her

seconds to love her

and a lifetime to forget her