Love Poem, Poem

How was it?

Do you know that poet? he asked. Yes she said. I've slept with him. And how was it? Well she said. It was like making love to a typewriter. Was it that bad? he asked. No she said. It was that good. _Niran†. . . © THE POEM ZONE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED !! 🎀HAPPY BLOGGING… Continue reading How was it?

Love Poem, Poem

Unrequited

I never told her, i love her. Not once. I always thought our love was a love that spoke for itself, As natural as the shovel Whispering memories through the dirt. Today I burry her with a mouthful of kisses that never reached her lips, And a handful of love letters that never touched the… Continue reading Unrequited