Every time I feel new,
I get reminded that your touch is still here
Still lingering on me.
Every time I grow to forget
You show up at my door.
It takes you so long to make it to my door,
You go out of your way to remind me you're not gone,
You seek out my cemetery of secrets
Just to make sure you're not completely out of my life.
7 years it's taken to heal from this,
7 years and you're still in my memory.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of Whispers
Poesiaa collection of poems written by me and my friends. TW: suicide, self-harm, EDs, Grooming, Rape, and topics similar. I am not responsible for anything that might happen to you during or after you read this. You have been warned.
