Poems from JulesBaeten
Tears on my cheeks
A pen in my hand
A broken heart
A candle
A paper
A story
A poem
A flame.
And the tears dry.
The pen falls to the side...
Tell her you love her.
Go ahead.
Do it.
Tell her ten times a day.
A hundred times.
Until she believes it.
You’ll know because she’ll cry at...