She Tells Me
She tells me every time she reads what I write
Her head goes up in the clouds
The same feeling she gets when I turn her pages
Handling each fold of her flower ever so gentle
She tells me every time she reads my poems
I remind her of her favourite author
Cause I put her on pause
And press play on her emotions
She tells me every time she reads my words out loud
There's an air of silence that comes around
And every word from the book comes alive
That's why at times she closes her eyes to feel them
She tells me every time she reads what I write
She's unsure if I describe her in my words
Cause I make her out as someone beautiful
While all she sees in the mirror is just a shy girl
She tells me every time she reads my words
She's jealous that everyone will want a piece,
of me cause with every piece I keep them longing
Longing for the next piece that I'll put out
She tells me that the day I stop writing
Is the day she'll stop reading
Cause for now she's trying to understand,
what goes in my mind.
For it's only in poems that I share a lot
The PO£T
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