This Is Why I Hide My Love Poems From You

They are little sketches all over the places. On the jewelry of Queen Elizabeth’s crown, on top of a pineapple pizza, and on the back of Charlie Chaplin’s mustache. That’s why you’ll never read them, because you’ll either be beheaded, crucified or beaten heavily. 

They are written in black, but when you read them, they turn red. That’s why you’ll never read them, because they’ll make you think you have vision problems.

They come with musics. That’s why you’ll never read them, because when you accidentally find one of them, an elementary school kid has to get out of his classroom, pick up his violin, rush to wherever you are and start playing. That will affect his school work.

They smile and they cry, That’s why you’ll never read them, because the face expressions of several lines of words on a sheet of paper do not look so amusing.

They grow. That’s why you’ll never read them, because they are self conscious about their body sizes just like me. 

They taste better in rain. That’s why you’ll never read them, because first, you wouldn’t be so insane to taste a piece of paper, and second it never rains in southern California.

But mostly they have big mouths. That’s why you’ll never read them, because then you’ll know that

I love you.

To my dearest baby “3 

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