i'm wide awake,
avoiding sleep,
cause i know i'll dream.
dream of you.
the way you'd gently
touch my hair and move it aside.
caress my cheek
with the palm of your hand.
your lips pressing against mine,
soft but forceful, provocative but modest.
the sun shining down on us as your
hands trail over my skin.
but i'll wake up,
knowing what was real
and what wasn't.
the sun wasn't shining,
but you, you were real.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow
Poesíathis is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also los...
