I know my value —
Really, I do.
But your sweet lies
Pull me back, again and again,
Hoping for a future
Just as sweet,
Just as memorable
As your kisses,
Still fresh on my lips,
Haunting my mind,
Like a nightmare I can't forget,
But one I don't want to end.
Not a day goes by
Without thinking of you:
What are you doing?
Why aren't you messaging me?
Why does the ghost of you still haunt me?
YOU ARE READING
Unedited - Spring
PoetryFrom my heart to you When all of my thoughts don't have any place to go, When I don't know what to feel anymore, I write about YOU. ***This is not a story, it's just poems I write without a lot of thinking, so sorry in advance for all of the mistake...
