you don't mind being held
with my hands at each side of your cheek,
and as i see you up close
it makes me feel weak,
several years have passed by
and yet the gentle tone in your voice stayed,
as i held you, your laughter echoed across the room,
along with these little memories we've made,
and when i saw the flicker in your eyes,
it's like looking at myself in the mirror,
seeing all the scars and chaos i've been through—
"is this what i'm really here for?"
but i pushed my thoughts aside
and focused on you,
your laughter is comforting,
and for a moment, i forget what i'm going through
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
