The Good Daysš¤š
The person you love
Is that person
You can run out into the fields with
At midnight
The person you love
Is that person
Who will rest your head on you
As you both gaze at the stars
The person you love
Is the person who you dream of
At night in the dark
When you close your eyes
So to you
Love is the book you spend hours on
Love is a soft blanket on a cold winter day
Love is a paintbrush, the soft strokes blending in
The person you love
Is the person
Who brings you too many flowers
For you to count
The person you love
Is that person
Who takes up the space
Until thereās only an inch left
Or, the person you love
Is the person
Who never stops begging
But you feed him anyway
Or, the person you love
Is the person
Who you know is right for you
But youāre hiding behind the shell anyway
So to you,
Love could be a puppy, always begging for more
Love could be a trapeze, letting you fly
Love could be a clock, never stopping for a breath
Love is a treasure
Hidden deep within
When found, excitement fills the air
But the box is always
Left behind
Love is the happiest
Until one issue comes up
Blocking your golden pathway
Causing your feet to slip
But itās okay to hurt
Itās okay to wish
Itās okay to struggle
And call for your mom
So itās okay
To experience the beauty
Love will bring you
Because even on days
When it seems like itās gone
It isnāt
If it was?
We wouldnāt grieve
We wouldnāt shatter
We wouldnāt fight so hard
We wouldnāt hope for more
We wouldnāt sneak out
Into the starry nights
And the grassy fields
In the middle of the night
Just to see another human
Love is
Complicated
Dramatic
Misleading
Empty
Heartbreaking
Sometimes hopeless
Love is many things
It tells multiple stories
It breaks multiple hearts
It can cause more than you expect
But love is a friend
That annoying friend
You continue to hold on to
Because of the good daysš¤š
Sincerely,
Caraliaš«¶š¼
Heyyyy guys! I didnāt really know where I was going with this, but the base of this poem is based off of my idea of love, if that makes sense. Whenever I think of love, I always think of that feeling you would probably get when youāre out in the fields or any type of grassy area with flowers surrounding you, and youāre staring at the stars as your lover holds your hand softly and brings you to a place youāve never been before. And no words are exchanged between you and your lover, just beautiful smiles and butterflies.
But then, I know actual relationships have a bc lot more to them then that. Like keeping secrets, having arguments, your mental health, their mental health, saying goodbye, and more.
But this is just how I imagine a moment of pure romance. Love when itās having a good day. Especially being out at night after a chaotic day, and having that person right there to hold you.
So I built this off of that idea, and the rest just kind of came to me.ā¤ļø
I donāt know how you guys feel or if you feel the same way, because Iāve honestly never been in a relationship, so obviously I donāt know. So this poem is my imagination speaking. Oh yeah, and the many romance books Iāve read speaking :)
Sending love š to all of those who are missing a loved one right now