By now everyone who reads this blog should be very aware that I am a romantic, and I take my shot at being poetic when the mood strikes me. An old acquaintance of mine reminded me that in order to become a better writer, it was necessary to read. Over this past (eventful) summer, I bought two books of poetry, entitled I Wrote This For You and I Wrote For You and Only You. Both of these books contain a number of beautiful, anonymous pieces of poetry. They vary in length from be only a line to taking up the entire page. Because Saturdays don't currently have a theme on my blog, I have decided to post chosen works out of the books.
The Corner of Me and You
I don't know if you felt that or not.
But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it.
It felt like two people talking after nights of silence.
It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb.
It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away.
It felt like two people in love after years of being alone.
And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.
*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.
Toodles!
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