Light Travels Faster Than Sound Thats Why People Seem Brighter Before They Speak

This poem is about when my boyfriend kissed me in the cemetary bofore we were together. The title is a piece of one of carls lines but i thought it always matched the situation perfectly.

Two young love's love

playing out on a chilly frosted night.

Two drunk warm bodies

ended up embraced in a graveyard

talking about what couldn't be.

 

Is there an invisible background

where spirits are the audiance

and understand

the softness of the lips that touch?

 

You see,

there is so much more

than the label of only a friendship

just like

there is more

than the writing on the tombs.

Author's Note

This is my first post but not my best

Reviews

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wooooah. nice

i love it. :D