Tag Archives: love poem

(Always?) Moving

Looking inside your mind for a place to live

because I feel safe around here.

It’s always a Spring day near you, dear.

Flowers blooming, blue sky rising,

sunshine crying from the sky

and I feel warmth under your vibe.

Beside your light I know it’ll be alright,

but I’ll move away if grey skies appear. 

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The Room Where You Used To Be Waiting For Me

I’m sick of lies we’ve been told,

that love is like the morning sun,

or a cold breeze in a warm day.

I unlock the room where you used to be

waiting for me with a million-dollar stare.

I can’t help but feeling mournful

when I wish to be hopeful

that one day we’ll be under the same stars

until wrinkles fill our faces.

Love is the wind in a cold day,

the sun covered by the clouds,

a distasteful sweetened tea,

when you’re not here to sweeten me.