The spark that started relationships.
The spark that makes us feel something.
The spark that makes us feel good inside when we softly kiss each other's lips.
The spark that made me feel whole again.
That spark, It was a false alarm.
It has disappeared, Just as you had.
It had made me feel empty again.
I'll still remember the wonderful words you said to me.
The wonderful words that filled me up with such happiness.
The wonderful words that made me giggle and smile like mad.
But there's no more.
The spark, It wasn't there to begin with. Never was.
You put me under a spell that was hard to break out of.
The spell wore off once you disappeared.
I thought there was a spark.
I really did.
YOU ARE READING
HIM.
PuisiA collection of poems and thoughts about he who shall not be named. A collection of feelings but in the form of words that we can all understand. A collection of everything in between about HIM.
