
Our love is like a voice note, raw and unedited,
Full of rambling thoughts, yet somehow poetic.
With background noise of life in the mix,
Dogs barking, doors creaking, chaotic clicks.
_ _ _
A minute too long? Maybe two or three,
Yet you listen, still enchanted by me.
Through awkward pauses and stuttered speech,
My love finds a way, though words may breach.
_ _ _
Sometimes I whisper, sometimes I shout,
Or forget what I’m saying—what was this about?
Yet you replay my nonsense, again and again,
Like your favorite song—unpolished, yet zen.
_ _ _
So here’s to us, messy and true,
A love note recorded just for you.
No filters, no edits, just heart on display,
Hit play, my love—forever, we’ll stay. 🎶💕
About the Creator
Tale Weaver
Crafting Worlds with Words
Welcome to the vibrant literary realm of Tale Weaver, where stories come to life and poems dance with emotions.
Be part of the journey, and together, we'll explore the boundless universe of stories and poems.


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