I’m the romantic type
she would tell
gracing my cheek
with a slender hand
her fingertips
teasing my lips
talking about fantasy.
We traveled together
in journeys
quiet escapes,
with no particular destination
except perhaps, her eyes.
I wanted to cry
when she went away,
I told her to stop returning,
and I regret she never did.
I wanted to cry,
she taught me love,
the innocence of pain,
and the comfort of our tears.
 | 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 |
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