scent of flowers
sun on the skin
how would I know
how long it has beenhow long since I've
last held your hand
couldn't look into your eyes
for I was a shy ladhow I regret
not kissing you goodbye
even if you would have slapped me
it would've been worth a tryhow will you react
how much you will cry
to have learned
that
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.