i miss you, and it
hurts
so bad i can't
breathe.
i sit in our special place, on the
heavy
rock, and listen to your music (i
hate
it but it sounds like
nostalgia),
the really heavy rock,
loud.and i miss your happy eyes,
bright,
and your fiery eyes,
bright,
and your sad eyes, still
bright,
and your loving eyes,
bright,
and all i see is your dead eyes,dull.
..................................
for ellie.<3
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015