MY LOVE LETTER

Your life sings melodies
that makes me want to cry no lie
the dark spots in your soul

Be

Like i’m not fit to be loved
as i listen to that song being sung
with the calmness of what i could love

Listening

To the emptyness & sadness
being the other pea in the pod never absent
your number one fan all in palm of your hand

With

Each word finalizing this love letter

SELFIES pt 4

I sent her a selfie
with poetic words care free
so she sees me

In

The singular form of plurality
which is an oxymoron of we
even without words the photo speaks

Of

How intamate i want us to be
physically & spiritually
as she looks down on her screen

When

I send a selfie
to her from me