The gentle embrace of a lover,
Suddenly broken, just as the cover.
A tearing, a ripping, a break of the heart,
And all of us now are further apart.
Than we were before, just like crossed fingers,
And the smell of despair just stays, it lingers.
I cannot tell you what you mean to me,
So I won't tell you, I'll leave you be.
YOU ARE READING
Being Creative
PoetryThese are all the poems that I have written in the poetry games in the Clubs section of Wattpad.
