the rain was falling hard
as i thought of a memory of you
i remember your arms
securing my body
those days when the sun seems to frown
now that you're gone
i guess i have to do it
on my own
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
o n m y o w n
the rain was falling hard
as i thought of a memory of you
i remember your arms
securing my body
those days when the sun seems to frown
now that you're gone
i guess i have to do it
on my own
