Saturday 9 December 2017

Poetry - If Our Love Was A StoryBook

I fell inside a love story.
Each chapter was covered in
Lines of hope and desire...
Peace.. 
All that I've always yearned for.

So I walked the pages
Hand in hand with my lover.
Taking my time, feeling the heat
In every letter.
Breathed in each full stop knowing
Another sentence, another chapter waits.

Slowly, we reached our climax,
But then like every good story,
We came to an end.

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