Sometimes I think about him
I miss him
The memories of us
Just for one day
Then I remember that I'm just lonely
I'm craving
I crave his touch
On my lips, on my skin
I think I crave his warmth
So no, I don't miss him
It's just the idea
Of being touched
And kissed
And being warmed
It could be anybody
But him
For more than one day.
YOU ARE READING
Beloved sincerity
PoetryThose poems are wrote in English, but I must tell you that it isn't my first language. So grammatical or syntactical errors might occur. Still, enjoy your reading!
