“Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words, I CRY.” By MAYA ANGELOU
I.
Staring at our broken Trinkets
I’ve become something of
Nothing more than memories borrowed
From your past loves.
Our memories hidden in your trunks
You’ve become something of
A secret
Nothing but whispers of uttered words
I thought it was you and I
But instead you made me cry
II.
“love is a place & through this place of love move” By E.E. CUMMINGS
I was in love
She is
She was a
Galaxy inside a single place
&
Although we rushed it through
“I miss this”
I miss the place
That we were in of
Happiness and oblivion and love
But on we move
III.
“and if I were to say I love you” By Maureen N. McLane
I saw you there and
I thought that maybe if
You and I
If you were
To stay to
Care enough to say
That if I
Could have your Love
I could love you