I met you one night
in the bookstore,
could feel your energy
eyes playing between the aisles,
I remember wanting people to see us,
when suddenly we were
holding hands.
I always wanted to be in love,
and that night,
I knew,
Jane Eyre in your hands
I felt romantic
like I was on a cruise
a non-descript bookstore,
with your eyes,
all I could imagine was you.
When we couldn’t be
The hours became a travesty
Our love wasn’t free
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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