You still love him child
I do not, i argue
He is the first thing you think of when you hear the word love.
You search for him within every man you meet.
You automatically reach for his favourite colour in an aisle full of different colours.
Without realising:your eyes glimmer with longing when you look at him
Your lips unintentionally curve upwards when you are thinking about him
Your eyes automatically search for him in a crowd
Your nose searches for his scent in places he has just been
You are constantly yearning for a glimpse of him
Though you have every single detail of him engraved on your brain
He is a part of you
_Truths from the Sun
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My first 'love'
YOU ARE READING
Naked
PoetryI have undressed Stripped naked Ripped my heart open Unleashed everything inside _ handle with care
