I've heard that when a person dies, their brain says alive for 7 minutes to play all the good memories they've ever had
My 7 minutes would be filled up by you
All the sun rises, and the sun sets
All the stars we've counted
All the spilled teas and broken cups
Every smile and crinkled nose laughter
Every missed place giggles
Sleep ins and late nights
Drinkin kisses and flirty eyes
Innocent glances, and every time your hand might have touched mine
Every missed placed sleepy hair and every scar on your skin
I'd remember it all
Even though I haven't met you
YOU ARE READING
Bird-Like Heart
PoetryThis is about my kind of poetry. Feelings emotions, trauma, love, happiness, loss. The world is filled with all of these thing and this is how express it.
