You caressed my cheek ever so gently in the midst of the cold
Against the white of the snow, our bright red coats stood out like a sore thumb
Hand in hand, we walked through the snow covered roads
You told stories of your adventures
And i whispered poems made by Sappho
(I memorized them when you told me how warm those poems made you feel)
But a bit like her, i wrote poems for you
As sapphic as hers were,
you always refused to listen to them
And before i knew it,
Winter was over
And the warmth from your hand turned cold in a snap
I stare at the mirror, at my reflection
My cheeks, my lips, every fiber of my being still remembers you
Your being engraved in mine
Fragments of your love i still see in my reflection
You still take things from me in the most beautiful way.
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
شِعرThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
