My heart yearns for the sound of your voice
My body aches for the slightest feel of your touch
My nose crave your smell
My mouth hungers for the taste of your lips
My brain longs for waking up to the thought of you
I love you
But you are not that person anymore
My heart does not yearn for the sound of your voice
My body does not ache for the slightest feel of your touch
My nose does not crave your smell
My mouth does not hunger for the taste of your lips
My brain does not long for waking up to the thought of you
I hate you
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Pain
شِعرYou never know what you have until it's gone. This is poetry about love, pain, and everything in between.
