You learn her in movements— *First movement: Allegro.* The year of tangled limbs and too-late nights, of burned dinners and takeout boxes,
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Poets
You were sorting socks, she was fighting a vending machine— somehow spilling a tide of quarters across the linoleum.
You weren’t looking for it— just clearing out the junk drawer full of dead batteries and orphaned keys when the envelope slipped loose,
You start with small things: A toothbrush in the wrong cup. A shared closet that somehow *still* leaves all your sweaters wrinkled.
You’d planned it for months— the when, the where, the perfect words. But of course, life had other ideas.
You knew it when the rain caught you mid-street, and instead of running, you laughed— because suddenly, getting soaked
This time, it’s not a spark— but sunlight, slow and sure, filling the room before you even notice. No grand declarations,
Read it and like it Orally Giving pearls as a gift is even more valuable hurt people verbally Even worse than stabbing with a sword
By Test10 months ago in Poets
The Day I Met You I fell into a sinkhole the day I met you, no warning, no cracks, just the earth gone beneath my feet.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
My Ex Love Haiku The ghost of my love Past memories won’t just die, I worshipped him so.
I Don’t Care I don’t care what the thinkers think, I don’t care what the dreamers dream. I don’t mean to sound brash,
Love this benefit so much... Don't stop just because...tired Stop because... it's done Do not be afraid and be patient
