i have ever once looked at the sky
and there was you
glancing and smiling
as you stare at me on that bed.
i have ever once heard your name
spoken by somefriends
said they didnt know you at all
your choice.
i have ever once looked at the ceiling
wondering why are we here
left on hanging without nobody
to hold.
i was supposed to be with you
laying on that bed
with your hand on my hair
stroke it out.
i was supposed to be with you
laughing until it makes us kiss
then i put my head on your chest
hear your heart beating.
i want to do that again
but its all matters on you.
YOU ARE READING
him
Poesíai'd still writing, until i stop loving him, atleast. or until he could just get out of my head, in every affection way. . . not a story, just a couples of words.
