I wanted you to love like I did
But you loved in weeks and months
And I loved in centuries and lifetimes
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To you love was a hand in yours
To me it was a heart flatlining
To you it was a good morning text
To me it was worlds beginning and ending
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You love like you’re picking flowers
And I love like I’m planting seeds
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
me, me, me
when i read back my poetry it screams “me, me, me” on my screen in bold letters and i can’t shut it up — most days, i cannot make any other words out; i want to throttle a thousand versions of the me gone by, i want to throw myself from a figurative balcony, i want to sink a sword into every pen i’ve held
By angela hepworth4 days ago in Poets
Review of 'Man on the Run'
My wife and I saw Man on the Run, a nearly 2-hour documentary on Amazon Prime, about Wings, Paul McCartney's group that flew around the world from shortly after The Beatles broke up in early 1970 to shortly after John Lennon was murdered at the end of 1980, making a Beatles reunion forever impossible.
By Paul Levinsona day ago in Beat
Comments (7)
Whoaaaa, the stark difference between the too. So brilliant!
Lovely!
Oh... the heart ache of opposing love languages and styles. So hard to come to term with, well written Poppy!!
Those last two lines are epic
Excellent poetic comparison beatifully stated
Beautiful poem… excellent contrasts/comparisons.✅
May gardens grow fresh in your wake & yield harvests of blessings, grace & love. I'm sensing a theme in these last three (perhaps prefaced by the previous two), & I feel I may have treated them a bit lightly. I am sorry for that. If you ever want to visit....