The week went by me reminiscing,
reminiscing what, you may ask...
Your laugh that sounded like a mad man go frenzy,
Your eyes that glistened when you looked at me,
your jokes that irritated me to my last nerve,
your attitude like you were living like the last day,
your way of calling me such sweet nicknames....
Why did it all have to end, you may ask...
To that, I would tell you, love is a delusion.
Love is a word too strong, unfortunately,
not as strong as heartbreak...
YOU ARE READING
The Big Black Book
شِعرHe was the love of my life. He in fact still is. He made me realize I was not all stone like I thought I was. He showed me what desire was, why I laugh, that I was still a kid, care-free, in his arms. He understood what I wanted, what I regretted. H...
