Love, trying to be living.
Living with it
Love, you bent me forwards
and backwards
Strung me up high,
ticking mountain peaks,
tasting the vanilla swirls of the clouds
Love, trying to be living,
living with accepting
you loving me.
Terrifying.
Ecstasy.
I didn’t expect it to happen this way
I’m on another planet,
planting dreams for other people,
other women’s children.
My womb is shrinking,
my body is healing and dying.
Simultaneous changes taking over
what I call home
I’m in love,
strumming Cupid’s bow,
snapping his arrow.
I’m in love.
I still can’t believe
that I deserve you.
Love is sometimes blindsiding
But itβs a pleasant surprise
The best kind of crying
From happy eyes.
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Awesome and true !!!
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Love is such a wonderful feeling and I think you’ve captured it really well in your poem. Thanks for sharing. Linda
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment π it means so much π π
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Thank you, so much !!!
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