I'm Not Sure What To Call ThisA Poem by Jose WaldoI keep trying to find a word to describe how I feel when I'm with you.We sat in the basement With white beams of sunlight flashing through the window. Your arms wrapped around me like vines Your fingers running through my hair Like an endless maze of wind-swept spirals I rested my head on your shoulder And felt every inhale and exhale in your chest Looking into your eyes I saw countless amount of pain hidden In beautiful dark brown crystals. Love is not a strong enough word So I’m not sure what to call this. © 2018 Jose Waldo |
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