i still feel your kiss on my lips days later
and your hand on my thigh after ages
i miss you so, why'd you go
and leave me all alone here?
i feel your hand on my back
i hear your voice singing "i love you"
i never really believed your words
but now i just long to have you
but you're never coming back to me
you left and you won't look round
i found you hanging from the rafters
and now you're deep underground
all this time, and i never followed you
"just fucking do it," they all sigh
maybe i will and maybe i won't
but whatever happens, i promise i will die.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesiai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
