Knotted
You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection
ideas of attention
That I threaded into my cells
Now, you’re saying goodbye
but tell me, how will you reclaim
these parts of you
that I have turned into art
by tattooing them into my being
There’s a knot you’ll never unravel.
*Read my other love poems here.
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Woah! The words simply haunt and how, idea smithy. Love it 🙂
😊 Thank you, Vishal.