I feel like we missed something
Somewhere in my heart we skipped a beat
Our sentence has no punctuation letting us know it has ended
Letting me know it has ended
The song is still playing,
low in the background
The harp is still playing
What a beautiful sound
The lines in poetry reflect your sense of mind
The plots in stories take me back to our time
I can't call this missing you
Nor can I call it having residual-
Feelings for you
But it's something missing in our Departure
Something I can't pinpoint or decipher
I'm happily living with me
For you there's no need
But somehow-
When I feel a sense of Romance
I feel as if you're the Sewer of the Seed,
YOU ARE READING
Entities Of The Soul
PoetryHonestly, this is just poetry that I let flow from my heart, mind, and obviously soul. Some will be personal and very passionate, some will be chill and relaxing.
