those chipped
front two teeth
your curly messy hair
your one sided dimple
the way you would always care
your passion
with machines
that i loved to hear
you talk about
your innocence
behind the cool façade
you don't have it anymore
i can say without a doubt
the way you called me
your friend
the way i wanted
so much more
but you were
drifting
you needed to soar.
YOU ARE READING
f r e e words
Poetryjust what i write when • i'm travelling ° i'm studying • i'm struck with inspiration ° i'm thinking •i'm listening to music °i need a release hope you like reading these as much as i love writing them. lower case intended. Cover by the lovely @g...
