Is it just me,
or the city seems to glow more tonight?
The moonlight kisses your skin,
and I'm jealous.
Can you hear the waves from the distance,
its love songs, the music by the shore?
Your velvety lips touch mine,
the world disappears.
I'm standing on the edge of the cliff,
but I'm holding on to you.
Oh how the quiet turns to a sweet chorus,
your arms are wrapped around my waist.
Sensibility throws itself out,
my grip on your collar tightens.
Nothing feels this good anymore,
this night is special.
YOU ARE READING
What Love Used To Look Like
Poesia"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
