Dear, dear,
sickly sweet love of mine.
Are you fine?
I looked for you.
At your home.
and mine too.
In your memories.
and mine too.
I even looked for you in the love letters i wrote.
But never sent you.
I went to the place where we used to meet.
Everyday.
Remember?
The time we killed,
To find a place, which no one can find.
Where I used to look at you and,
praise you
Love you
cuddle with you.
Sing with you.
Plan with you.
Everyday,
In my mind.
The place where we made promises,
Of coming to,
until we are ashes.
And now,
I can't even find them.
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
PoesiaThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
