Your eyes,
are as soft as the sunset.
Not full of pity or regret,
but kindness.
Your smile,
is mischievous and sly,
as a foxes.
But I don't want to imagine your smile,
or your eyes.
I want to see them.
Looking at me.
I don't want to feel your laugh pounding in my head,
I want to hear it.
I don't want to imagine your hugs,
I want to feel them.
I want you to be real.
But you aren't.
Your just a figment of my imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows
PoésieThis book contains a series of free verse poems that I hope you guys like! (Most of these don't sound like poems, so sorry about that but at the same time they are poems. You know what I mean?) ~~~~~ "Why hold on to the bad memories?" "Because wit...
