The day I stop writing about you
Is the day I'll know I have moved on,
The day your name won't cause pain to my heart
Is the day I'll know I have moved on,
The day when I can finally eat an ice cream without thinking about the cold touch of your lips on mine
Is the day I'll know I have moved on,
The day my hands stop shaking at the thought of never holding yours again
Is the day I'll know I have moved on,
The day my arms won't reach out for you when I see you in my dreams
Is the day I'll know I have moved on,
The day I can finally breathe without feeling guilty for being alive
Is the day I'll know I have finally moved on.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoésieAs 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. ❤
