\\ old poem \\
Your smile, bright as the sun,
It lights up my world. Still.
Even though it's never meant for me anymore
Like it once was.
I could read your eyes
And the warmth of your skin, your hand in mine.
I don't miss you anymore, but when I see that smile,
The ground beneath my feet shifts.
And not a day goes by, when I don't thank my stars
To have crossed paths with you,
Because you are once in a lifetime
An infinity.
YOU ARE READING
Opus
Poetrya lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||