I still feel your embrace,
even hours after we've gone our separate ways.
I trust that I'll see you tomorrow,
so pure and perfect.
Your eyes like two blue diamonds.
Your smile,
priceless.
I would trade my last breath,
just to see you once last time.
Just when I thought,
I threw the key to my heart completely out of reach.
There you are,
standing next to me,
with that very key held delicately in your hands.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
