it's stuck in my head and it's not alright
your hands on my body last thursday night
a drink in my hand and u pull me aside
show me your words and i'll show you mine
i was feeling alright i was feeling fine
when i saw your face, the stars aligned
my heart does race thinking of that night
you held my hand and i'm singing, sublime
weaving together everything
i'm scared i might just be overanalyzing
when did love become so frightening?
it's thrilling, i'm drenched and struck by lightning
oh your hand on my waist and that look in your eye
i'll never see you again and i want to cry
did you really miss me or am i really that blind?
i'll guess i'll stick to my reverie and always wonder why.
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Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poetrypoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.