Poetry (words)

Let it flow sometimes…

I have rooms in my head, rooms full of moments of things that we’ve said. Passion is at home here. Open doors beckon me I’m captivated by your heart. 

I have cupboards of empty pages, blank spaces for words yet to be said. They will flow. In your arms they will meander towards torrents of never ending seas. 

Every moment with you is a chapter of beautiful storytelling. The book I can’t put down. You’re the catalyst, you are all of these infinite lines 


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