But if you'd never seen them,
would the ache be the same?
Every crevice, every dip, every scar on their imperfect skin
How lucky a person is to witness such imperfections
But our love was not meant to be
I was young and stupid,
falling hard and fast
I felt strung along but I still held on
Hoping for the day you'd tell me that you fell with me too
And if the day comes that I'll see your beauty
Would I be satisfied or crave for more?
A little touch or to reach for the stars and taste your lips
But if that day doesn't come and I'm still holding on,
Am I stupid for believing that our non-existent love was true?
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
