A Sacrifice
You are a poetess (a fancy feast of interjections and alliterations): blue eyes, thing lips, long legs, straight bangs, small breasts and a short temper. Our relations are not a dialogue between two sides - my side is silent. Contrary to common perception, poetry divides lovebirds. Alas, I am a poet too.
I simulate excitement when you read your verses out load; I pretend it isn't just about love; I bleed over your drafts at night; I understand I’m done for poetry: it’s not enough for both of us... I switch to prose, my love.
Love Poems For Her (That Special Romantic Interest) Poetry Contest Poetry
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
08.07.2019
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