I write love poems.
I try to wax poetic and what not.
I like pretending I’m Elizabeth Barrett Browning, head over heels and pining for a future, forever soulmate.
The only difference is, I’m not writing to a real person who pines while penning prose back to me.
I’m just writing to a non-existent ghost who doesn’t even read my meaningless meanderings.
*photo~ Beauty Sleeps by Janet Hill