If I were to count every poem I wrote about you,
I wonder how many they would be.
Every night when insomnia is a lost traveller who cannot leave because he has nowhere to sleep.
So we spend the night together conversing, showing each other the poems we've written.
All because of you.
I wonder if you ever read them,
If you love the way I weave these haunting thoughts into letters;
Letters into words,
Words into lines,
Lines into poetry.
Though sometimes they never turn into poems,
Sometimes they lay like scattered puzzle pieces on a board,
Like deliberate grains of sand waiting to be made into sandcastles.
In every poem I write about you, I ask the skies to lend me her brilliance;
No not the stars--
they quiver when I ask.
Instead I ask for her ability to make darkness so comfortable to gaze upon,
How she's compassionate enough to let a thousand shadows have time to rest their flimsy, frail lifeforms:
All so I can write about you.
In the end, I think the poems I write about you are the most beautiful;
Because love poems may hurt when you read them again.
But you, you never leave me.
And I wonder if that's a bad thing.
©Samuel Jr.
(Samuel Adeyemi.)
Wow!. I might get a lover with this! Beautiful, keep inking.
am3mm10@ptsolest
@Maverick.... You and your lovers... Hmmm! ?
The first few lines were blurry and lacked grammatical accuracy. The last 4 lines, however, were absolutely spot on!