The pictures come back one by one,
The feelings are creeping on their own.
You could've been so much more,
If you had more time to make sure.
I couldn't understand it then,
But I started worrying about it again.
Even now I have that heartache everytime,
When my memories come up with your smile.
When I look at the sky I imagine you,
Painting the clouds that fload over my head.
I wished you could experience this too,
Now I cry myself to sleep in my bed.
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.
