it's still you,
my heart is still
exploding in your palms,
my mind is still engraved
in the idea of us,
my spirit is still
buried next to yours,
and it always will be
still you
YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poetryand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
"still you"
it's still you,
my heart is still
exploding in your palms,
my mind is still engraved
in the idea of us,
my spirit is still
buried next to yours,
and it always will be
still you
