does
the thought of me
have you
falling
to your knees?
do tears flood down
your face, your sweet
cheeks?
does
your body
crave my innocent touch? or
perhaps
you miss me. you crave me.
you. still want me.
The thought of her has me falling to my knees.
Tears stream down my face.
My body craves her tender loving touch.
Whilst I crave her.
I miss her.
And I want her.
YOU ARE READING
Which one is about you?
PoetryA collection of poems I have put together; topics are mostly about love, heartbreak and the reality of our generation.
