poetry

Love Stories; a poem

I would write you so many love stories. Some of them would end in you and me and together and some of them would end in lopsided hurt.

But I would still write you so many love stories that you would mistake my fingers for lonely lovers and my tongue for broken hearts . You’ll think my soul was forged out of words

And my lips only there to read you the works of them.

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