Kim V. Poetry

We made our music
Under a sunlit sky
Watching fireflies dance,
At dusk.

We shared a perfect moment,
In sync and in harmony,
Our notes and chords,
Blending seamlessly, like luck.

We were a constellation of paper
Butterflies,
That my tired quill wrote in the dark.

Our love,
Was just magikal words
Conjured out of thin air.
And you were just a poem
That I dreamt up.

Oh, that I could wake up to the
Sound of your voice.
It would feel like sunrise,
Again.

For, without your touch,
I am but an empty vessel,
Craving your love
To fill me to the brim.

©️KVP
Art: Unknown
Website: Pinterest
Song: “Roslyn,” Bon Iver, St. Vincent
Prompts:
“MY TIRED QUILL”
“YOU WERE JUST A POEM THAT I DREAMT”
“WAKING UP TO THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE”
“CONSTELLATION OF PAPER BUTTERFLIES” @altpoetryprompts
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