Tell me,
how am I to forget?
Warmth is your skin,
sweet are your words.
Cruel is the way you left,
a knife in my chest.
Shirts doused in your cologne,
dried roses I own.
You were my hopes and dreams,
oh how could you leave?
YOU ARE READING
the chances i didn't take
Poetrymy thoughts, regrets and actions. alil dark poetry here
