This was Poem of the Day over on another site...and I thought it worth sharing...I have a feeling more than a few here can relate...and I wish I wrote this one myself btw...
I wish a writer loved me
I wish a writer loved me.
I would like to know how my hair falls, how my lips taste, or
how my eyes demand the truth.
How my laughter fills hearts, or how softly I breathe when I sleep.
He would use adjectives like "Divine" and
Nouns like "Royalty"
I would wake up to poems that had been written because he was too nervous
to read them aloud.
I wouldn't mind a shaky voice.
I wish a writer loved me because then I know that I would live forever in his heart like the words he would serenade me with.
A writer's love? Unparalleled,
and I speak from experience.
by Nyesha Lashay