I'm worried it was just a dream
The nicotine,
Your eyes and their gleam
Which of course I couldn't see
In the dark.
I'm worried I hallucinated
Our blind communication,
Our constant hesitation,
My lips and the stars
Talking in the dark.
I'm worried you forgot
Or hadn't second-thought
The way I fought fatigue
Just to kiss you
In the dark.
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Poetryim not very good at poetry, but my goal is to write it until I am. and then after im good at it ill write more poetry because then I'll enjoy doing it
