I lay on your side, alone on a bed we considered ours
The light twirls it's way through the curtains and I have no will to prevent this
You have left for a new and I am stuck with memories of the old
Your cold skin that used to cling to mine
Your red hair I always moved from your golden eyes
This bed is ours these memories are mine
YOU ARE READING
Poems. Just read it you'll like them I promise
PoetryDo you want some poems? I have poems. Okay so the chapters are titled pretty stupidly but they're all poems. About stuff.
