Poems of love
Love poems write themselves
The muse insists
I only oblige
Love poems spill out
Like afterbirth
Detached from my womb
Love poems create vibrations
Do you feel them?
Can you feel them?
Will you feel them?
Love poems write themselves
The muse insists
I only oblige
Love poems spill out
Like afterbirth
Detached from my womb
Love poems create vibrations
Do you feel them?
Can you feel them?
Will you feel them?
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down