Look at me
That's when I met his eyes
Proud and devilish
His mind, a sea of bad intentions
My lips were nothing but image of regret to him
Still untouched and untainted
"The awkward one" plastered over my heart like a book label
He let go
And I let go of everything
My feet dangled above the earth
Never good enough
The pieces of my heart drifted to the ever longing galaxy
But I'll forget about him
Maybe when I see your eyes
YOU ARE READING
bittersweet emotions.
PoesíaGrey people with grey emotions. I write red poems about their grey lives and blue poems about mine They breathed in sweet air As I breathed in the ocean. They tasted liquor As I tasted the guilt on my lips. (Stuck, chap 12)
