The way you looked at me as if I was the only girl for you,
The way you kissed my lips, roughly like a roaring ocean
And at times, a whisper of a kiss brushing against my cheek
The castle of dreams you built for me,
from broken promises and shaky grounds of trust
The way you held me in your arms,
The way you made me feel,
The way you loved me as if you'll lose me,
and,
The way everything fell apart all too soon,
The look of sympathy you gave me while brushing your lips against my forhead,
one last time,
The hurt I felt when you walked away,
While I weeped, crying out my heart
The way you let my heart shatter into a million shards of glass,
as if it never meant anything at all
YOU ARE READING
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...
