Used to be

I used to be a poet
Until I fell in love
I used to be a poet
And dream about putting you into haikus
Singing sonnets about your smiles
Iambic pentameter about your interactive love and rhymes
I used to be a poet
And use the colors of the rainbow to describe you
Your skin the color of sand on the beach I dreamed about our bodies laying on
Your laugh sound of sunshine with the joy of a newborn baby without cares
Your love the red fire of the center of the earth burning with the same passion of – the indescribable feeling of being high
I used to be a poet until the red of love only described my eyes as tears replaced words
Curse words were the end of rhythms – fuck you, you suck
I used to be in love


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