Tag: romantic

Hurricane

I don’t believe in true love

Or in soulmates

But I know what happened to me

And I believe in  addiction.

You did not screech or beseech

With kissable lips

And raised eyebrow

With clever fingers set your snare.

I was yours.

You hooked me

With the efficiency of a hurricane,

I became forever yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

What goes up must come down,
Are we so sure?
The world has never been that balanced
Always heavy at the blade.

It’s true that for every child
Born with a silver spoon
There is a child born
With silver handcuffs,
But not all things come down.

Such as my hopes
Of growing old with you
They are way up high
And won’t be coming down soon.

Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry