You turn towards me,
A shift on the bed.
You look into my eyes
And suddenly it is easy to write romance.
Your hands run through my hair,
You smile at me,
Pull me closer,
And suddenly all love songs make sense.
You whisper, close to my left ear,
Call my name,
So softly, full of "love",
And suddenly I like my name way better.
You get up, dress up and leave.
One last look, it says
You'll never see me again.
And suddenly it turns colder. I want you back.
YOU ARE READING
Me Thoughts.
PoetryShort poems? Crisp poems? Poems? Stories? Relatable? Just thoughts? Or so much more? You decide.
