love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Her Favorite Color Was Goodbye
She never stayed in one place for too long. My aunt Lila was a storm dressed in vintage denim and silver bangles that jingled like a secret language. She blew into town every couple of years, all laughter and silk scarves, and vanished just as quickly—leaving behind only the faint scent of patchouli and questions no one dared to ask.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets







