Something I could once touch
Something I could once feel
Now it feels as if it was never real
A memory block of the past
That seemed to end way too fast
Cause before I even got a chance you drifted away
So no you're not mine
But rather an untouchable memory of the past
YOU ARE READING
Implicit Thoughts
PoetryA debut poem book. Filled with a vast series of topics from childhood to love.
