I envy that cigarette that touched your sweet lips and the smoke that roomed your lungs.
I envy that rose you were given. How it made you smile and how you brought it to caress your kissable cheeks.
I envy that teacher that got to see you every day whilst I hugged your pillow, begging to feel your presence again.
I envy the people who you dream of. How you see them with your eyes closed, while I'm 50,000 miles away from your touch.
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
