He used to be your thoughts at 3 am, when you couldn't get your head out of the clouds after that first date he took you to.
Reliving that extraordinary moment when his lips met yours in an awkward kiss. Lying awake, thinking about how after all these years, he had made your tired heart beat again.
His late night phone calls were your vodka and gin, making you spill things your deepest secrets that you never told anyone else. He made your knees weak and you were constantly falling.
His love made you deaf, you didn't even hear the thud as you fell and he was nowhere around to catch you.
Now he has become your thoughts at 3 am, when you keep going back to that night when he kissed you for the last time and all you could taste were lies.
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This is my first work on this book, and I don't usually write upto a limit. So it could be more than a page, half a page, two pages?! I don't know really. but I am looking forward to writing more. tell me what you think of it in the comments.
P.s. don't go AWOL on me, I read poems for inspiration but I do NOT copy 'em. So don't use mine either without giving me credits.
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Raconteur
PoetryThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
