Do you ever wander
what I do, when
insomnia gets a hold
of me, and I lose
truck of the seconds
that ticked by, and
the cups of coffee I
drunk?
I shape you into a
poem, again.
I slide every moment
we shared behind the
verses that only make
sense in your presence.
I sip on my ink to
distract myself from
the reality that we are;
a black and white photo
in a cracked frame, a
painted canvas and a
stain, two halves of a
torn letter with our love
as the missing piece that
will always remain lost.
I tell our secrets to the
stars, for it's the only
way to stop my legs
from running into your
arms and beg you not
to throw away the
shards of the promise
that our lips swore to
never break.
I even imagine us as
diffrent people.
'cause maybe if you
weren't you and I
weren't I, maybe if
I weren't this girl who
has a hunger for
poetry that only words
could fill, maybe if you
weren't this boy who
has chaos written all
over his skin, maybe
if we didn't belong to a
place where lovers are
left to burn to ashes by
the fire of their own
passion, maybe just
then we could witness
our story see the day.
Dedicated to lovexbug for being an amazing person and the best friend I could ever ask for , thank you for brightening my days ❤
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Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
