Musings

In my period of unrequited love, I wrote this poem.

The tap has run dry.
Now it leaves just you and I.
Where visions in the mind appear
but we don't say them for fear
of hurting the other.
Like being just another
person in the web of love
but when you look up at the stars above
Think of me.
As I do think of thee.

Author's Note

Ignore my bad grammar "you and I" instead of "you and me" and weird capitalization.

Reviews

[MCS]

Sad undertow here but yet lovely
Sorry it's not returned