I guess I never was able to hold back,
Now you're gone and it's all on my back.
All your ideas and inspiration,
All your kisses and secret communication.
I love you to much to let go now,
And I hope you think the same somehow.
Even when I hurted you much,
I can't forget your touch.
All over my body I feel your hands,
Thinking about all our plans.
Not wanting to look forward,
Always repeating your word.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
