I would build a bridge just to hug you,
you wouldn’t cross the street for me.
I would plant a garden of roses for you,
you wouldn’t pick a daisy to put in my hair.
I would write books of poetry about us,
you wouldn’t respond to a text.
You are my first choice,
I am your last resort.
I am aware of this truth now and
you are on your own.
Don’t forget to stalk me on Instagram, me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter.
11 thoughts on “Poem #28”
Love much, book of poetry and not a text line.
Yes girl, know your worth! #BoyBye
My immediate response was a sassy “Didn’t know how good ya had it, didja?” in a mock New York accent. Then I composed myself and thought that this was a very nice, very real description of what some relationships are like: especially the part where the approaches of either party differ so drastically. But the twist at the end was a very, very welcome conclusion. Thank you for this.
Thank you very much for your comment 😊
It was my pleasure.
A book with your signature will be a good bridge.
Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
For some, love is totally stupid. Awesomely elaborated via her words.
For some, love is totally stupid. Awesomely elaborated via your words.
“Why is loves double edge sword always sharpest on our side” whispered the slayed heart?
Well structured and bluntly stated.
Thank you 😁