Self Love Poem by Hunter James

When i join word to dream,
to make a connection.
Whether it be of something absurd
or my streamed reflection.
Her presence is the formation,
the rose to my beam,
forming a placid backdropp
to my aged dying gleam.
When i go to frown a real frown,
To reflect all tragic.
Her eyes in me so sub conscious.
The air to this magic.
When i go to fade,
into the back of my mind.
Her tones and shades, are evenly hidden.
All thinly lined.

Though telling truth from the start.
When i smile the smile of a lone man,
please know, my source is a written solitude.
A self love poem to my broken heart.