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About This


So you've picked a poet.
 
For that, I will lift words
from your skin.
The ones never read,
so thoroughly.
 
I will place them
upon pages
again and again.
I will call them love poems.
 
And someday
when we are old
and our eyes fade,
like the memories sometimes do,
you can pull that book down.
 
Ask me, then, if I remember the words.
I will say how could I have forgotten them.
They are all still standing
in front of me.
Not one word, has ever left.
 
That book is your mirror, love.
Pick any page, and see
what I've always seen.
 
Ever since the day
that you picked me.
 
~~~
Written by Styxian
Published | Edited 15th Jan 2023
Author's Note
Not too bad for a non-stop, no edit piece? I had the idea in my head at work and poured it out when I got home.
I added to the ending. Someone let me know if i should keep it or not.
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