I can’t help but wonder if I ever cross your mind,
And if I do, is it anything like when you cross mine?
Years apart, and miles away,
And few memories I have of that day.
And suddenly, there you were,
An arm’s length away, but my words were slurred.
I couldn’t call out to you or whoever you were with,
And I lost the moment of which I’ve so long dreamt.
And I can’t believe I let you slide by,
And I’m stupid enough to wonder why…
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
