Poems from rlessllie123
What is love to you...
Is this fantasy?
There's a possibility.
Why must I question?
My life is a dream.
Am I that image I see?
I fear maybe not.
Both underneath the same grey sky
I look at you as you walk on by
ahead of me.
and how was I to see?
I only knew very little about you at...
Do I dare say it?
It was morbid: I admit.
A tear appeared, then two, then three
Finally, a steady stream.
I felt free
As did many before...