love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
What Awaits Me?
The light of the day, weaving between the tree branches, warms everything within its reach. I navigate the terrain and my stream of consciousness carefully. I reject the sun and the empty promises it makes. I trust only the destination awaiting me. The sunlight feigns safety, and it will diminish as all things do.
By Jessica Stuartabout a year ago in Poets



