I sit here thinking of you. The teacher speaks, the students screech but I think of you. The way you would laugh and two beautiful dimples would indent in your cheeks. I think of you. I think of your scent, how it always smelled the same. Cinnamon and cigarettes invades my memories and I think of you. The mint gum I blow bubbles with makes me think of you. The way the mint on your lips used to mix with the spearmint on mine. When I think of you I come to life sending goosebumps all across my body. But these are all just memories. You are gone, all I am left with is the memory of you. So that is what I do, I sit here and think of you.
Hi lovelies! I hope you enjoyed the poem. I know this one is pretty short but it was just something that came to my mind. Please vote and comment. Thanks!
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Rainy Day Reads
Poesía•For those quiet rainy days in• •This is a book of my thoughts• •In the form of poetry• •A door into my mind• •A compilation of Rainy Day Reads•
