it wasn't the sex that made me attracted to you
it wasn't the words you said that night that made me fall more in love with you.
it was the kisses the next morning.
the cuddling
the hand holding.
all for the last time knowing it could never be again.
YOU ARE READING
looking through his glasses.
Poetrylove is a roller coaster of emotions. stay for the ride. sometimes it's worth it.
