When we met,
It was like having a chilled lemonade
On a sunny day.
When we talked to each other,
It was like curling up in bed
With my favorite book.
When we kissed,
It was like that first sip of coffee
After a crappy morning.
When you left,
I was like Supergirl exposed
To kryptonite
But when I moved on,
It was like resurrection,
A phoenix rising from it's ashes.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
