On the floor where I lay,
You lay with me, pictures and polaroids.
On the wall I touch when I walk,
I touch you, posters and photographs.
The book that I read,
I read your well crafted face in this scrapbook of you.
The songs that I sing,
I sing them with the thought of you, every lyric a sentiment.
My strolls down the regular park,
I do them only when you're there so I can match my footsteps.
The parties I go to,
I only dress up if you're on the list.
The dreams that I have,
I only remember those where you locked your eyes with mine.
My memories of the days past,
I only keep those with you involved in my mind's chest.
The cakes I bake so delicately,
I bake them flavors reminding me of you.
The perfume I put on every morning,
I put on what I think you'd want me to smell like.
My clock handles read 4:05 P.M,
for you, today is Monday's park stroll,
for me, today is a day I'm closer to you.
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Unrequited Love
Poetry*995 PEAK on the poetry charts* A poetry collection circling around insanity, madness, obsession and desperate love, Unrequited Love tells a story through 8 poems of how a teenager falls in love with someone and grows an unhealthy obsession without...
