I think the majority of my poems rhyme with “You.”
But I can’t really help it.
It’s my favorite word/conversation and my favorite view.
I sometimes felt boring or like there was no one I could connect to.
But like a thief he took my heart and life was suddenly brand new.
And now he’s etched inside my soul like a permanent tattoo.
For a while I could only rhyme with “Me”, but I’ve written 95 poems today and they all rhyme with
Poem by Megan Graham