𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝐿𝑖𝑝𝑠
Sometimes I wonder,
how you'll have tasted,
if you'd also ponder,
if our time is wasted.
Thinking 'bout your lips on mine,
whilst at my desk sitting,
trying to rhyme,
how perfectly they'd be fitting.
I'd always be ready,
if you'd accept,
getting kinda sweaty,
just haven't slept.
Dreaming about us,
eyes keeping contact,
thoughts still need to discuss,
lips'll be the last act.
Let me enjoy,
what'll happen next,
don't try to destroy,
imaginary subjects.
Because sometimes I wonder,
how you'll have missed,
if you'd also ponder,
about the way we kissed.
YOU ARE READING
𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoesíaThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
