love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
By the Sea
In the house I listen, cautious. It is winter, and the rain outside our red brick house smacks against the window pane; the seasonal night’s drum solo forever changing tempo. Before me, velvet purple walls like crumpled paper casting tiny shadows, embossed plaster buildings, uneven roads – the make shift city of my daydreams. Parts of it are still under construction, nightmares covered by pictures of me, of her, of him, of someone I can only imagine meeting; but there are gaps. Some have bent under the pressure, and others have fallen – abandoned in the dusty mass of fabric, a lost soldier in amongst all those other memories.
By Zoe Norton7 years ago in Poets