a poem.
- Amela Tufo
- Mar 13, 2019
- 1 min read
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This is not a love story
And I thought that it was
Just as I thought that
Sky was supposed to be blue
Grass - green
And fire - red.
But this is not a love story.
And for a second, I thought that it was.
Just as I thought
That a smile meant affection,
Hug meant closure
And a kiss - meant everything.
So...
What is this story supposed to be?
After some time, I became fully aware
That this is a love story!
It just took me a second
To realise that
To me
Sky was heavens
Grass was flowers
And fire was crimson.
Everything brighter
clearer
and loved.
Yet whole another second to realise
That it doesn't take two to love.
This is a life story.
When you realise
That smile is just a show off
A hug well practiced
And a kiss - meaningless.
This is the story
That I couldn't help but write
On the year which sang by 18th summer
On a darkest month
Who thought me
That there is no such thing
As heartbreak:
Your heart is there
and fully whole.
There is only fire
and pain.
Like melting a candle wax
Right onto the wound
And living with it.
Just as I said.
This is the story.
Story about fools.
And story about men.
Wise men.
Who said that only fools
rush in.
Amela Tufo - March, 2017
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