Just when you thought
you finally had something entirely
to yourself
you realise all those
compliments and hearts
were not only for you
when you were promised they were.
YOU ARE READING
Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoezjaWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
