Puppy Love.

 

 

We used to talk on the phone for hours.

 

About every random dream of ours.

 

He knew the depths of my ambitions.

 

I knew the heights of his passions.

 

I used to dream of him and his chocolate skin,

 

He said he saw my smile in everything.

 

Our love was like a 90s RnB song,

 

With harmonies and modulations within our hugs.

 

Our love was sublime, but time was cruel to us.

 

Within months it dissolved, it had run its course.

 

 

Written by

©Ivie M. Eke 2017.

 

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About Classically Ivy

I write poetry, short stories and essays on www.classicallyivy.com-happy reading!
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