Croon

Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase
Maybe it’s the wounds that he makes
Maybe it’s the patience that it takes
Maybe it’s his love which fills the aches

Maybe I still love him though he’s gone
Maybe I can never move on
Maybe it’s for him I’ll always long
Maybe I will never right this wrong

Maybe he will always make me swoon
Maybe I said I love you too soon
Maybe I still feel him like a moon
Maybe he was born to make me croon

© Delia Ross. 2020

*update* I’ve been super busy making digiart, and I’m excited to begin posting some as perks for my patrons over on my Patreon soon, but I’m also super nervous as well. Anytime I expose my art, there is a degree of rawness to it. I feel exposed. And I’m also beginning to break through traumas and fears over there, where I feel a sense of privacy and safety. Grateful for the encouraging feedback I’m receiving from my patrons too! Been writing like mad too! I love you! Anyway, I hope you like my new poem! ❤

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