the night we met.
I still remember the way my heart felt in my chest at our first touch.
the way we both smiled at each other only to look away in shyness a second later.
how we both just knew from that day it was going to be each other from then on.
I still remember the smell of your cologne.
the way your lips curled up into a smile and how the blush crept upon your cheeks.
I still remember how much we were both falling in that moment.
I told the stars about you that night, and they beamed the brightest I had ever seen.
the night we met, was made for movie screens.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poésiea collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
