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I wanted you to love like I did
But you loved in weeks and months
And I loved in centuries and lifetimes
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To you love was a hand in yours
To me it was a heart flatlining
To you it was a good morning text
To me it was worlds beginning and ending
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You love like you’re picking flowers
And I love like I’m planting seeds
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
One Unchecked Box
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By Stephen A. Roddewig6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Whoaaaa, the stark difference between the too. So brilliant!
Lovely!
Oh... the heart ache of opposing love languages and styles. So hard to come to term with, well written Poppy!!
Those last two lines are epic
Excellent poetic comparison beatifully stated
Beautiful poem… excellent contrasts/comparisons.✅
May gardens grow fresh in your wake & yield harvests of blessings, grace & love. I'm sensing a theme in these last three (perhaps prefaced by the previous two), & I feel I may have treated them a bit lightly. I am sorry for that. If you ever want to visit....