#so... uh... thanks

[kinglazrus]

rose r red. violets r blue. i cant write poems. but i tried to

It began with silence.

Little actions given great meaning.

And when the gorgeous one spoke

there was no sound,

but no sound was needed.

Because in those times

when actions spoke louder than words

I found myself mesmerized.

And if any crimes

were committed here

it is the theft of my anti-socialization.

The inciting act, the breaking of your silence.

The verdict, guilty.

The punishment, the realization

that I can never let you go.

Bonus:

and as I type on my keypad

I can’t help but think

your rhymes are rad.