I have yet to post a poem here despite being a poet. I try best to write in my notebooks because I love handwritten poems and I try to keep it offline so people will not steal the poems without quoting me.
But today I am smashing my own barriers.
Because it’s like this,
It is still raining,
and you should not be up too early.
It is still cold,
and you should not be in my arms.
It is getting warm,
and you should not be blowing kisses.
It is getting late,
and you should not still be loving me.